Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell I feel like a kid waiting for Christmas. It’s an uncomfortable, sand in your underpants, honey on your fingers, sunburned thighs on vinyl seats kind of feeling.

by G.D. Maxwell Welcome to the 2004-05 ski season. You’ve been waiting impatiently and, well, THIS IS IT! Sure, Blackcomb opened last weekend. Nothing wrong with that, always a good sign, but let’s admit it, it’s just the appetizer.

By G.D. Maxwell Klaatu. Barada. Nikto. Always nice to have three or four words around you can count on to save the world from being "reduced to a burnt-out cinder.

By G.D. Maxwell At first, I thought my pocket was being picked. The Remembrance Day crowd around the Cenotaph had been like crowds at so many Whistler gatherings.

By G.D. Maxwell At first, I thought my pocket was being picked. The Remembrance Day crowd around the Cenotaph had been like crowds at so many Whistler gatherings.

By G.D. Maxwell Yikes! And I thought Halloween was scary. Four more years without a regime change? Republican gains in both houses of Congress? A divided elec…. ( Editor’s Note : We interrupt this political rant for a change of subject.

By G.D. Maxwell It was a dark and stormy night. The wind howled like a Republican contemplating a Kerry victory.

By G.D. Maxwell I have seen the error of my ways and I am ready to throw in the towel. A political junkie since the Kennedy-Nixon debates brought politics to television, I’ve had enough. Heard enough.

By G.D. Maxwell "You got any records yer gonna sell?" It was late in the morning, Saturday morning.

By G.D. Maxwell In honour of Thanksgiving: Canadian Style, here’s a riddle. How do you keep a turkey in suspense? I’ll get to the answer sooner or later. Having grown up south of the border, Canadian Thanksgiving inevitably sneaks up on me.