Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell "Hain’t we got all the fools in town on our side? And hain’t that a big enough majority in any town?" Mark Twain, from Huckleberry Finn Well, I guess we’ll know for sure tomorrow.

By G.D. Maxwell Last Saturday’s two tragic events, one in space, one on earth, couldn’t more neatly bookend the sweep and scope of human experience.

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By G.D. Maxwell I pretty much gave up trying to understand electronics around the time soldering irons became extinct. Yeah, yeah, I know, soldering irons are still around and still have uses. So am I.

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.