Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell Friends, in these troubled times, let us take a moment and feel true empathy for our fallen brother, the Right Dishonourable Gordon M. Campbell… prisoner number 03-02659. Okay, that’s long enough.

To be completely honest, I was thinking dark thoughts. Somehow, drinking dark beer and thinking dark thoughts seemed to be parallel threads in a common unreality.

By G.D. Maxwell This is undoubtedly my most important column of the new year… so far. Okay, cheap joke. But it is important and it is about local politics. Bear with me though, there’s a surprise in here somewhere.

And the winner is… Wow! Another year to honour, ridicule and remember. This may be the last year of the Maxies as we know them.

By G.D. Maxwell Everyone down in Whistler liked Winter a lot. But the Bush living south of the border, did not! Young Bush hated winter! The whole Winter season! Now please don’t ask why.

By G.D. Maxwell Some days you just can’t believe your luck. A lot of those days, unfortunately, the luck you can’t believe is bad. But when it’s good luck, really good luck, those are days to savour.

By G.D. Maxwell Well, the good news is it’s finally stopped snowing in Colorado. Poor devils have only gotten about two inches the past week. Had to cut back the open terrain at some of their mountains to, oh, 97 per cent or so.

One thing is becoming perfectly clear in all the hoopla surrounding the 2010 Vancouver Olympic bid. Nothing’s very clear. Murkiness abounds.

Whenever someone says to me, "I have some good news and I have some bad news," I choose the good news first.