Maxed Out

The Olympics are over and the Paralympics are chugging along. I only know that because once again, there is no news on CBC, only endless Olympic highlights, none of which I've seen and none of which I intend to see.

Strike summer 2016, cue...

As those of you who enjoy such quaint notions as weekends and holidays — tourists, in other words — frolic on this Labour Day weekend, I would like to labour for a moment to speak directly to my former countrymen: Americans.

All right, British Columbia. Kick back. Relax. Put your feet up. Time for the rest of Canada to carry the load. Family time. Quality time. You time.

"Well, the landlord rang my frontdoor bell I let it ring for a long, long spell Went to the window, peeped through the blind Asked him to tell me what was on his mind He said, money honey, money honey, money honey If you wanna stay here with me.

Oh, f#@k, not again! The first time I visited Vail, compliments of a magazine assignment, my overwhelming impression was the cliché, "lipstick on a pig.

Post B.C. Day, or whatever we're calling the long weekend formerly known as the Civic Holiday before so many of us became uncivil, there are times I feel as though I'm sliding languidly into the dog days of summer.

Life, at least life as we live it in North America right now, is lived on the razor's edge of hope and fear.

"My mommy said not to put beans in my ears, beans in my ears, beans in my ears." - Len Chandler But last night, I was rummaging through the cupboard looking for a bag of beans. All I could find were pinto beans. Too big.

I believe it was Joseph Stalin who said, "Food, like democracy, it's not for everyone.