Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell The swine is a noble animal. To wit: Pigs and ponies, pigs in pokes. Pigs in stories, pigs in jokes. Pigs got tails, curled all around. I like mine cooked nice and brown.

By G.D. Maxwell In the Cariboo, home to Smilin' Dog B&B, there are some things that just aren't done, doncha know? I know what you're thinking. Yes, necks tend to be a bit redder in these parts.

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(Prague, VPI) I’m lost in Kafka’s Prague. Franz, one of the city’s most famous sons, has always been termed a writer of ‘fiction.’ I’m not so sure.

By G.D. Maxwell Not today and not tomorrow and neither the day after that nor the day after that but the very next day is... Canada Day. It’s a holiday.

By G.D. Maxwell When my Perfect Partner and I arrived in Whistler a little over a decade ago, pretty much everything we owned of a corporeal nature fit neatly into Mello Yello, the recently acquired but already well-travelled Westfailya.

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By G.D. Maxwell History is rarely anybody’s favourite subject in school. I’m not sure why but if pressed, I’d have to lay the blame at the feet of most of the people who teach the subject.

By G.D. Maxwell "I’ve got blisters on my fingers!" — John Lennon Me too. And thumbs, and palms and a few other places I’d rather not mention.

By G.D. Maxwell Less is more. Small is beautiful. Money for nothing. Chicks for free. Nice thoughts. All nice thoughts. Orwellian, but nice. And let’s be honest, totally out of step with who we are and what we’ve become.