Maxed Out

If confession is good for the soul — a proposition about which I'm still unsure — I have to confess one more time to having once been a lawyer.

I wish I had a cute dog or cat story in me this week.

Gol-ly... the X Games? Here? Okay, so much for the unbridled enthusiasm. Now how about we deal with some of the harder questions. Let me start by saying I neither support nor oppose bringing the X Games spinoff to Whistler.

Considering it had been a relatively sunny day, I was thinking dark thoughts. That didn't seem completely inappropriate considering I was drinking dark beer and the sun had set before I'd ordered my first.

"We do not want projects that are safe, generate thousands of new jobs and open up new export markets, to die in the approval phase due to unnecessary delays.

Putting the power back into "will"

Compared to, say, 1789, the year the French found everything so revolting, 2011 probably wasn't monumental. Compared to every other year I've lived in Whistler though, it was a doozy.

"The first Noel, the angels did say...

How do you spell hypocrite. Well, how about W-H-I-S-T-L-E-R. I'll admit, I've never bought into the fascination the leaders of this town seem to have with sustainability.

Not surprisingly, there was both joy and sorrow in our recent municipal election. Pain and pleasure were to be found aplenty no matter who you supported.