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Maxed Out

The dream campaign takes shape



By G.D. Maxwell

"Live the dream? Am I hearing you right? Live the dream?" At this point I wasn’t sure whether I was dreamin’ or not.

"Yup. Live the dream. I’ve decided. That’s my campaign slogan. Live the dream."

I’d dropped by the Galt for Mayor headquarters – Tapley’s – to see what was going on in the heart of the Never Ending Party. Well, actually I’d dropped by HQ to see if there was still a Galt for Mayor campaign going on, there having been enough silence about Dave’s 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. I’m 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.

"It’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? Didn’t you move here to live the dream? I can’t 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 I’m not sure it’s a dream we’re going to be able to pass along. Too many people are beginning to find it more a nightmare than a dream."

"Okay, can’t argue with that but politically, aren’t you afraid ‘live the dream’ sounds, well, sounds kinda air-headed? You know, simple thoughts for simple minds?"

"Simple, profound, it’s all highly subjective. I think; therefore I am. Simple or profound? I don’t really care. What I do care about is what it means for this town when there isn’t 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 didn’t was the exception that proved the rule – that everyone who came here came to live the dream. And everyone who stayed, stayed because they’d found the dream and wanted to hold on to it."

"What’s changed?"

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