Maxed Out

Everybody, out of the Poole. In lands where the climate is benign enough for outdoor swimming pools, lifeguards, when they’re not harassing kids about running or cannonballing off the high dive, keep a close watch on weather.

"You know how to whistle, don’t you, Steve? You just put your lips together… and blow." Lauren Bacall had something else on her mind when she purred those words to Humphrey Bogart in To Have and Have Not , but her basic idea was sound.

It would be less than truthful to say wastewater is the furthest thing from my mind right now. It would be completely truthful, however, to say Whistler’s wastewater battle is the furthest thing from my mind right now.

Without the usual dodging and weaving, homespun homilies and flowery verbiage that usually chew up the first couple of hundred words of this column, let’s instead just pull on our hip waders, pinch our noses and jump right into this stinky busin

Time is money. Or haste makes waste. Pay your money; take your choice of homespun wisdom.

I’m having a lot of trouble understanding our council’s decision to move forward with privatizing the design, construction and operation of Whistler’s waste water plant expansion.

Okay, let’s talk.

In the dark abyss of the night before Christmas, it was touch and go whether I’d ever make it to New Years, let alone spring and the beginning of the end of the 2005-06 ski season.

Well, there’s no denying that a new day’s dawning for Canada. Unfortunately, it has all the makings of a dull, grey, drizzly, sunless day where we can look forward to eating stale leftovers washed down with weak, lukewarm coffee. Ummm, ummm good.

Skiing and snowboarding, though passionately fun activities for those already converted, have about as much appeal to most people as major dental work. (Sorry Jay.