Maxed Out

He almost knocked me over. And didn't even stop. "Yo, J.J. What's the rush, piledriver?" What I saw when he turned around startled me. The physical dystopia that is J.J.

"Now that's just ridiculous," I thought, momentarily flashing back to those long, soul-sapping drives across the prairies.

Chilly mornings, cloudy skies and the telltale creep of snow down the mountains.

I never know what to make of someone imploring me to help save the planet. They're often earnest and energetic, burdened with altruistic motives, naive enthusiasm and uncertain aim.

"Why can't a woman be more like a man....

"Yes I am a pirate, Two hundred years too late." - Jimmy Buffett Arrrgh, matey, not necessarily. Depends on what it is ye wish to plunder. I have met the enemy on the high seas of digital piracy and he is me... and more than likely, you.

"Yes I am a pirate, Two hundred years too late." - Jimmy Buffett Arrrgh, matey, not necessarily. Depends on what it is ye wish to plunder. I have met the enemy on the high seas of digital piracy and he is me... and more than likely, you.

August has become September and soon all the kiddies will be off the mean streets of Tiny Town and safely back in reform schools where they belong.

I stopped the car alongside the busy highway, got out, gazed skyward. The sun shone brightly on another cloudless day, so typical in this most untypical of B.C. summers. I strained my eyes in every direction. I saw... nothing.

In honour of the 40th anniversary of Woodstock, I rummaged through the boxes of vinyl mouldering in the basement of Smilin' Dog Manor and dug out the three-record album released several minutes after the concert was over and weeks before the mess lef