Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell I don’t know what the link between politics and love is but I’m certain there is a link.

By G.D. Maxwell "I am Canadian!" Well, I’m not. Not really. Not truly. Not by birth. By choice perhaps.

By G.D. Maxwell Editor’s note: This is an encore presentation of an earlier Maxed Out column. Max will be back, refreshed and reinvigorated, next week.

By G.D. Maxwell Dear Nicole: High school graduation? Say it ain’t true.

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.