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Maxed Out

A Whistler state of mind

By G.D.

Runnin' with the pack

Runnin’ with the pack Zippy the Dog smiles.

The nature of the beast

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

Democracy works, if you participate

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

A noble and ancient business

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.

Suddenly it all makes sense

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.

What business are we in?

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.

Do you care, Whistler?

By G.D.

It’s not personal, it’s just business

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

The return of the bargain hunter

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.