Maxed Out

With profound apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, his heirs, assigns and estate’s attorneys. The Month Before Christmas ‘Twas the month before Christmas, from near and from far, Our neighbours from Washington packed up their car.

By G.D.

By G.D. Maxwell Once upon a time, in a land far away, there dwelt a king named Solomon. Solomon – Solly to his friends, of which he had many – was king of Israel, which was located pretty much where it is today but was a lot larger.

By G.D.

By G.D. Maxwell That’s a wrap. The red carpets have been rolled up and put away for another year, the limos sent back to the garage for steam cleaning.

Ahh, this is better. I was beginning to forget what it felt like to be pelted by rain hour after hour, day after day.

By G.D. Maxwell There’s a palpable difference in the air this year.

Well, as milestones go, this one isn’t nearly as worthy of celebration as, say, toilet training or getting your driver’s license or reaching the age at which you can saunter into a bar – assuming you’ve mastered sauntering at such

I am not now and never have been a terrorist.

I’m feeling a little bit lost and confused these days. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out you feel the same way.