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By G.D.

The Bums’ rush

By G.D. Maxwell That’s a wrap. The red carpets have been rolled up and put away for another year, the limos sent back to the garage for steam cleaning.

Tips for November: if it rains, pour

Ahh, this is better. I was beginning to forget what it felt like to be pelted by rain hour after hour, day after day.

The Thrill is back

By G.D. Maxwell There’s a palpable difference in the air this year.

Milking sacred cow No. 300

Well, as milestones go, this one isn’t nearly as worthy of celebration as, say, toilet training or getting your driver’s license or reaching the age at which you can saunter into a bar – assuming you’ve mastered sauntering at such

Life lessons from the MIY road

I am not now and never have been a terrorist.

The Boomer’s Guide to Wartime Etiquette

I’m feeling a little bit lost and confused these days. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you feel the same way.

A time of rampant weirdness

I like sleeping on a hard bed as well as the next guy, at least as long as the next guy isn’t a swami or fakir or whoever those guys are who sleep on beds of nails and shards of glass.

Secure for takeoff

I have a love-hate relationship with the CBC. Right now, mostly hate. Every since September 11 th , a recurring story on The National has been how crowded, constipated, and generally frustrating Canada?s major airports are.

Whistler, it’s for you

"Rrriiinnnng. Rrriiinnnng" "Tourism Whistler Central Reservations. Dave speaking. How can I help you?" "Yeah, hi Dave.