My World is Blue

There was a time when a neighbor family gifted Terri and me (Tia was around, but barely) a pair of Frisbees.  One was red, the other blue. The blue one was actually a much nicer disc, but since I was 6 and Terri 4, “quality” wasn’t nearly as important as “color.” In good oldest sibling […]

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A Pox on the First Amendment

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances. Here’s a sticky wicket for you: is it okay to […]

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There are days — and this is one of them — when I watch the news and wonder how I then turn about and engage in such frippery as this blog. Today — probably for One Day Only — I may just be less fripperous (not a word, but it should be) than usual. People […]

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Holding Pattern

Donnie, who has worked at Pat’s Screen Printing for something like 13 years, has a milestone birthday coming up tomorrow — but that didn’t seem to be foremost on his mind yesterday when he came to work. “Spring in two days,” he kept saying. Almost as if he could will that to be true. I […]

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We have at least one deer here in town with a severely broken leg. Above the knee it juts out at a 90-degree angle, and it is awful to watch her walk. One night she and I had a close encounter: she was under one of Carol’s pine trees next to the driveway as I […]

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Where We Are

Way back on Feb. 8 my blog post was about the decision I needed to make that day regarding my bathroom, although I wasn’t sure what decision needed to be made. I guess nothing really had to be made, because Feb. 8 came and went, and so have a lot of days since. This bathroom […]

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The Ides of March (More or Less)

I would like to say before I start this that for some reason I was assuming today, not yesterday, was March 15. It’s part of my calendar fluidity issues. We know of the “Ides of March” probably mostly because of Shakespeare, who famously warns to “beware” them (or it, I suppose, even if it sounds […]

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Yesterday I had somewhere to go, so it was not a big deal that I had to be out of the house ahead of a realtors’ tour at 9 a.m. Today I have nowhere to go, and I still have to be out of the house around 9 a.m. All right, it’s not that I […]

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For Sale

Well, we’re live. There’s a sign next to our mailbox (the only place Josh could find to put it in all this snow), there are pictures at, and many of the local realtors are going to be touring this morning at 9, which means this entry will be posted really early or really late, […]

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Wenona and Rocky Warren ran an aerial photography business for many years. Later in her life, Wenona came to work at the Gunnison Country Times, where she took very good care of a younger me. They owned at least one hangar out at the airport, and I say “at least one,” because the one I […]

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