Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell "I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

By G.D. Maxwell You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.

There is a motto at Consultant U: Those who can do; those who can’t teach; everyone else consults unless their father owns a cushy business they can go to work for, eventually inherit and drive into the ground. Don’t get me wrong.

More than anything I can put my finger on, there were two forces in my formative years that grabbed what might have been a normal, productive life destined to maybe write ad copy or sue people over outrageous grievances, and nudged it off course.

By G.D. Maxwell So, if any of you bothered reading about the World Economic Forum last week, you might be asking yourself a couple of questions.

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By G.D. Maxwell This is a story about two businessmen, two world views, one resort municipality and a couple of tough choices.

By G.D. Maxwell One of the interesting things about living in a resort populated largely by refugees from the real world is hearing from people you used to know who still live in places you’d just as soon forget.

By G.D. Maxwell The Scene: A sunny winter afternoon, Dusty’s Smokin’ Joint, base of Whistler Mountain Socrates: And still, you seem troubled over... over what, a game? Max: Were it but a game.

By G.D. Maxwell Faster, Higher, More contentious than an ethnic joke at a Brotherhood convention. If this is 2002, the Olympics must be on the agenda. This is the year the ghostly visage of Vancouver’s 2010 Olympic bid begins to show its shape.