Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. I’m pretty sure that was the high point of George Orwell’s Animal Farm according to the faculty at Father Guido Sarducci’s Five-Minute University.

By G.D. Maxwwell There are parts of North America, notably the northeast coast of the U.S., where seasons change with the flip of a calendar.

By G.D. Maxwell It seemed particularly odd to be sitting on Dusty’s patio on a blazing spring day and not see a single soul wearing ski gear.

By G.D. Maxwell Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m stressed out. Way out.

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By G.D. Maxwell It’s spring. Officially. I know what you’re thinking. Spring rolled around a couple of weeks ago. March came in like a lion, left like delicate, perfect pink lambchops, leaving only sunshine and creamy spring skiing.

By G.D. Maxwell I need a diet. Not a lose weight diet, although a tad off the sides and a bit off the front and back wouldn’t hurt. But then, that’s what summers are for, aren’t they? I need a get rich diet.

By G.D. Maxwell "Age is not a particularly interesting subject. Anyone can get old. All you have to do is live long enough." (Groucho Marx) "The older I grow the more I distrust the familiar doctrine that age brings wisdom." ( H.

By G.D. Maxwell "This truly is a four-season resort," I was thinking to myself.

By G.D. Maxwell I was pretty choked a few years ago when the Pope admitted there really wasn’t a Hell. At least not a Dantesque Hell full of unimaginable, eternal tortures.