Maxed Out

There's an eerie calm that settles over the spot you're standing on just before a certain kind of summer storm wallops you.

There's an eerie calm that settles over the spot you're standing on just before a certain kind of summer storm wallops you.

Whew! The long, national nightmare is over. Canada finally wins gold at the Olympics at home. Way to go, Alex. We're number... we're number... okay, we won a gold medal at home.

Okay, it's party time in Tiny Town. Welcome to the Olympics, each and every one of you.

My first real glimpse of eternity came sometime during kindergarten or first grade.

While it seems as though the 21 st century is shaping up to be the epoch when words become more or less meaningless, we're not quite there yet.

A (1998) post-Olympic report

Sometimes I'm just too smart for my own good.

It's nice to see a small segment of the Canadian public hasn't entirely lost the use of their curiosity gene. Time to answer some burning questions piling up in my inbox. Dear Max: Why are you so negative on the Olympics? It's not helping, you know.

Good riddance! While there's one year left to go in the first decade of the third millennium, we've squeaked past the Naughts, the Big Zeros, the Double-Ohs.