Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell Mr. Mike Vance c/o Muni Hall Whistler (we’re part of the Olympics too) B.C. Dear Mike: Heard you’re headed back to Whistler to breathe life into the limp body of Tiny Town’s sustainability plan. ‘Bout time.

by G.D. Maxwell One thing I’ve always prided myself on – yeah, I know, another deadly sin – is an easy ability to ‘fess up when I’m wrong.

By G.D. Maxwell The surgeon who reattached all the things that differentiate my finger from a salami threatened to void my warranty if I touched a keyboard this week.

By G.D. Maxwell At the risk of completely losing readership, here we go again... for the last time if that’s any consolation.

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By G.D. Maxwell For what it’s worth, greed is one of the seven deadly sins. And depending on how you define covetousness, it falls under the Commandment warning us about drooling over all those cool things our neighbours have.

I once baited my father into an argument – our principal arena of communication – by suggesting his generation went out and fought the good fight in World War II, came home, started families, got jobs and pretty much coasted after that, liv

By G.D. Maxwell The sense of destruction can’t really be measured. Well, actually, it can. And it is.

By G.D. Maxwell "God is a concept by which we measure our pain.

By G.D. Maxwell I have a theory about children. I probably have a theory because I don’t have a child. If I had a child, I wouldn’t need a theory, I’d already have an experiment in progress.