Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell I noticed the necktie before I noticed whose neck it was tied around. It was hard to miss. In Whistler, where ties are less common even than leashed dogs, it stood out. Stood out? Hell, it screamed out.

The hokey pokey may be what it’s all about, but without timing, even the hokey pokey just looks like some tourist trying to walk around Whistler Village without a clue where they’re going. I’m spending Memorial Day weekend in Aspen.

By G.D.

By G.D. Maxwell Travel broadens the soul... or is that the mind? Guess it depends on the form of travel. Not to mention the destination. Cruise ship travel, I’ve noticed, tends to broaden mostly the girth.

By G.D. Maxwell I don’t usually like to write about serious topics. They make my head hurt. They require facts and getting to the bottom of facts just slows down the process… and makes my head hurt.

By G.D. Maxwell Samuel Gompers was a bear of a man. He was big and burly, with hands the size of hams, piercing dark eyes and a moustache that all but covered the lower half of his face.

Democracies are delicate things. A painful look on either side of the 49 th should give ample illustration to that point.

By G.D. Maxwell Okay, strike the set, pack up the moguls, blow kisses at all the instant locals heading back home to Ontario, Oz and detox. That’s a wrap.

By G.D. Maxwell A basic formula for comedy, as the Reverend J. Michael Varrin reminded the packed house at Millennium Place Sunday night, is Tragedy plus Time.

By G.D. Maxwell Three weeks ago, it looked as though the 10 th anniversary of the World Ski and Snowboard Festival was going to break new ground yet again.