Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell It’s hard to think there will ever be, a fruit as perfect as the rasp-ber-rie. It’s harvest time at Smilin’ Dog Manner. Push has come to shovel and we’re about to test the limits of friendship.

By G.D.

Sustainability in practice, Cariboo-style

By G.D. Maxwell Ah, the sounds of summer. I'm doing my best to be pragmatic about the chainsaw screeching next door. It's a temporary aberration. I'm sure it'll stop sooner or later.

By G.D. Maxwell Like so many things in life, I imagine you can apply the 80-20 rule to explain the garbage I keep finding where people have camped before me.

I know Pique comes out on Friday and for that I am grateful. It entertains me, it helps me plan my weekend and it reminds me of what I was thinking about earlier in the week when I wrote this. A memory is a terrible thing to waste.

Well, they might still not smoke marijuana in Muskogee – who cares? – but if so, it must be about the last place on earth. The Killer Weed is enjoying a high, so to speak, a renaissance of reefer, a bounty of bud. Roll another one...

By G.D. Maxwell I am not a violent man. Ornery, crabby, opinionated and cynical, but not violent. I religiously believe in turning the other cheek.

By G.D. Maxwell "Why don’tcha all f-f-fade away, And don’t try to dig what we all s-s-say." — Peter Townshend My generation sucks.

By G.D. Maxwell Firmly rooted to the clay soil of Smilin’ Dog Manner, I am missing what I don’t have. What I don’t have is aimless wandering, jumping in Mello Yello and spending long parts of summers on the road.