Maxed Out 

Always room for one more

By G.D. Maxwell

"Enough is enough!"

My sister and I were playing on the livingroom floor. We were engaged in an escalating moment of our favourite game. The game pretty much consisted of discovering the simplest, most stupid thing we could that thoroughly annoyed the other person and then hammering at it relentlessly. The object of the game was to see which one of us would break first under the psychological torture and go running to Mom to rat out the other. I was good but my sister, being older and more gifted at the annoying arts, was better.

Mom broke first. "Enough is enough!"

No it wasn't. Momentarily mollified into the appearance of obedience, during which our childlike attention spans should have flitted to some other distraction, we both plotted the next salvo. What the heck else are rainy afternoons good for?

I'm not sure how the next round started but I remember vividly how it ended. Having driven my sister to the gloves-are-coming-off point, she reached over and untied my shoes. I was horrified. I'd lost. Lost big. I still hadn't mastered the twisted mechanics of tying bows and now my shoes were in danger of coming off my feet. I loved my shoes. The thought of having them drift away from my feet was abhorrent.

"Moooommmmm! Kathy untied my shoes," I cried.

"Enough is enough!" Without fanfare or even apparent loss of temper, we were both unceremoniously scooped up and banished to separate rooms. Enough was enough.

At least until we discovered we could annoy each other through the walls.

This being Mother's Day, more or less, and with my sister's birthday coming hard on its heels, I've been reminiscing about the two of them. The apologies I owe each could fill several columns but I'm sure they've forgiven me. Best wishes to both.

But mostly, I've been rolling 'Enough is Enough' around my addled brain ever since the public hearing on Nita Lake Lodge.

The sad fact is, while we like to indulge in fantasies about Whistler being different, being an experiment in limits to growth and, dare I say it, sustainable mountain resort municipality living, it is highly unlikely enough will ever be enough. We're a community of growth junkies. We crave growth. We need growth. We want growth.

Or at least a large segment of our population does.

The business community does. Fer sure, dude. One after another rose and praised the project. Many referred to it as a "Gateway to Whistler." Notwithstanding the fact that 99.9 per cent of everyone who comes here - by car of course - will never take a left at Lake Placid Road and see it.

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