By G.D. Maxwell
"Live the dream? Am I hearing you right? Live the dream?" At this point I wasnt sure whether I was dreamin or not.
"Yup. Live the dream. Ive decided. Thats my campaign slogan. Live the dream."
Id dropped by the Galt for Mayor headquarters Tapleys to see what was going on in the heart of the Never Ending Party. Well, actually Id dropped by HQ to see if there was still a Galt for Mayor campaign going on, there having been enough silence about Daves run for mayor to get me thinkin he might have changed his mind or lost interest.
I found the candidate, looking tanned, rested and distinguished, in a local politics sort of way, hunched over a pad of paper jotting down cryptic notes and making drawings that looked, vaguely, like a weird car of some kind.
"Live the dream? What the heck does that mean, Dave?"
"Means what it says, of course," he answered, not looking up from his pad.
"Splain it to me. Im a simple man. I never fully understood the thousand points of light either when pappy Bush made it the cornerstone of his campaign," I prodded.
"Its why were all here, isnt it? Didnt you move here to live the dream? I cant believe you moved here out of a burning desire to work a front-line service job or even to write your silly column. You moved to Whistler because it seemed like a magical place. Unbelievable setting, vast natural beauty, mountains, lakes, trails, more activities than you could possibly do. It seemed like a dream, was a dream, and now Im not sure its a dream were going to be able to pass along. Too many people are beginning to find it more a nightmare than a dream."
"Okay, cant argue with that but politically, arent you afraid live the dream sounds, well, sounds kinda air-headed? You know, simple thoughts for simple minds?"
"Simple, profound, its all highly subjective. I think; therefore I am. Simple or profound? I dont really care. What I do care about is what it means for this town when there isnt a dream to live anymore. It was easy, up until a couple of years ago to believe everyone at least a large enough percentage of everyone that anyone who didnt was the exception that proved the rule that everyone who came here came to live the dream. And everyone who stayed, stayed because theyd found the dream and wanted to hold on to it."
"Whats changed?"
"The nature of success has changed. Our success. Now there seem to be so many people whose only dream is to turn a quick buck, run a scam, park money until they can find a better place to invest it, be part of some scene they think exists here because of the buzz you media types create, people who seem to have no real connection to this community other than looking at it as a fatted lamb."
"Youre a dreamer."
"Exactly. Glad you agree with me."
"So, other than living the dream, whats the campaign about?"
"Its evolving. Part of its about waste. Waste and indecision."
"Fer example?"
"Where to start? How about the multimillion dollar retirement fund for consultants, the CSP?"
"Gotta plan, Dave. You know what they say, without a plan, anywhere you go is the right direction."
"I thought they said that about not having a map?"
"Whatever. You know what I mean. Hell, the CSP is a bargain. Sustainability plan and official community plan rolled into one."
"And something so complex well be lucky if its even comprehensible. Im beginning to seriously wonder whether Whistler 2020 isnt a target date."
"You dont think we need a plan?"
"Of course we need a plan. What we dont need is a banquet. Plannings like painting."
"Oh no. Is this one of those painter homilies?"
"Plannings like painting. Surface preps 80 per cent of the job but nothing gets finished until you pick up a brush and start to paint. We can plan til the cows come home which weve been doing now for so long I cant remember when we started but planning for the future isnt getting the future built. We need to shift our focus to doing. Were a smart community. If we hadnt abandoned the town hall model, wed probably have a much better idea of where were going and have a lot of dough left in our jeans."
"Town hall model?"
"Yeah. Its a whole paradigm cool word, eh? for open government. Id like to lose this Fortress Muni Hall mentality, the them and us, management and labour, haves and have nots mentality. We need to deal more openly with issues like whether we really need to pay a guy a quarter of a million to be "our man" on VANOC for five years. Or why it takes two guys to do the job of one guy whos retired. We need to lose the department heads who seem to operate under the Management by Dracula school of thought. We need to make more of the decisions that are being made before the eyes of the public instead of in meetings not open to the public. We need to have clear conflict of interest guidelines for people sitting on council and for awarding muni contracts. Its absolutely ludicrous what gets done with seemingly no public discussion yet, when questions come up, everybody seems to go into a Whos on First roundabout. Whats to hide? You know, even the best whitewash wont cover a dirty surface."
"More painterly wisdom?"
"Hey, its what I do."
"So what, for instance, would you do about the growing-weirder-by-the-moment contract negotiations between CUPE and the muni?"
"Negotiate. Its taking longer to hammer out a contract with them than it did to end the Vietnam war. No one knows why because no one from the Fortressll talk. Ill grant this town is unusual, but these kinds of contracts get worked out in much more complex settings all the time. Whos driving this agenda? A contractor is only as good as his subs, yknow."
"You dont say. So whats on the pad?"
"Im trying to design a Live the Dream float for the Canada Day parade."
"A float?"
"Okay, maybe thats a bit over the top. Maybe Ill just opt for a Live the Dream bike. More sustainable anyway."
"Can you get it done in time?"
"Well, the jobs not done until your brushes are clean, you know."
"Where do you come up with these gems?"
"Ive got a million of em."
"Thats what Im afraid of."
Now, whys the alarm going off?