Maxed Out

"No one has enough money anywhere—Banker, Indian Chief, Gestalt Therapist, no kind of person—to not set their own valves on their own Volkswagen!" - John Muir No, not the Sierra Club John Muir.

It was a dark and stormy night. Actually, it was a dark and crystal clear night.

And the winner is... Did anybody win Monday's federal election? Justin Trudeau's Liberal government lives to govern another day, albeit with a plurality of seats and a strongish minority government.

Next Thursday, there's an important public open house. You probably won't be there. I'm not even certain I'll be there. That's because both the timing and location—how best to put this?—sucks.

Pride—not the kind people march about—has always been considered the deadliest of the deadly sins, the sin from which all the other deadly sins spring forth.

I can't remember whether I heard it on radio or television or read it somewhere but by far the best description of Canada's major political parties' climate action strategies was summed up neatly as this: The Liberals have a plan that, depending on h

The real Aladdin , if I can call a fictional character real, had both a magic ring and a magic lamp. The real Aladdin was not a character from one of the stories in the original, Arabic The Book of One Thousand and One Nights .

There are strange things done in the midnight sun By the men who moil for gold; The Arctic trails have their secret tales That would make your blood run cold; The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, But the queerest they ever did see Was that nig

As it does for so many other things in life, I suspect you can apply the 80-20 rule to explain the garbage I keep finding where people have camped before me. While I try to limit the times I camp where others have, on a road trip it is inevitable.

Despite what the calendar says, the summer of 2019 is over. The green leaves of spring have lost their lustre and are taking on fall colours.