Maxed Out

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.

Aside from the obvious environmental and warp speed consumerism consequences, there is an entirely subjective reason behind my disdain for the gluttonous vortex sucking my fellow boomers down the black hole of ever larger McMansions.

By G.D. Maxwell So, was it worth the wait? Of course it was.

By G.D. Maxwell By the time I left Myrtle Philip Saturday, midway through the futuristic open house, the parking lot was full. The driveway to the parking lot was full.

by G.D. Maxwell One of the reasons people get all nostalgic about the past is because they think they know what happened then. At least they think they know what happened in the part of the past they actually lived through… their past.

By G.D. Maxwe The Rt. Hon. Gordon Campbell Premie of all British Columbia Victoria, B.C. Dear Slash: I’m certain you’ll forgive my presumption, using your nickname, but it is that very subject about which I write.

By G.D. Maxwell Winter’s come to Smilin’ Dog Manor. Like so many of British Columbia’s weather-related phenomena this year, it announced itself with a bang, a drunken, slobbering brute of a guest barging in unannounced and unexpected.

By G.D. Maxwell First fire, now flood. What next? Pestilence? Plague? Famine? Maybe locusts? I don’t know whether it’s time to get right with Jesus or just move to higher ground. But this clearly seems to be the season of reckoning.

By G.D.