Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell Roses are red, Gardenias are too sweet, Valentine’s Day deserves More than a repeat. And so the day of International Performance Anxiety looms large before us.

Like most men of his generation – born shortly before the Depression and coming of age during World War II – my father always tended to see things in stark shades of black and white, the middle ground full of its shades of grey being a wast

One of the duties and pleasures of being owned by Zippy the Dog is the need – requirement – to take him for walks. Zippy’s a Lab and a reasonably smart dog.

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By G.D. Maxwell I’m glad I’m not Whistler Blackcomb.

By G.D. Maxwell I think it’s pretty clear what’s going on around here.

by G.D. Maxwell Let’s face it; 2003 sucked.

By G.D. Maxwell The third year of the new millennium was a disaster - naturally and politically.

By G.D. Maxwell And so it came to pass, as it does around this time every year, that the days were completed to deliver a Christmas column. I guess this is it.

By G.D. Maxwell All of us need solace at some point or another.