Unsprung

As we discussed just yesterday, I can’t remember if I mentioned it to you or not, but downtown for the last month I have been surrounded by people sure that spring is just around the corner. Or maybe it’s less certainty than hope, but most of the people espousing this foolish belief have lived here […]

Repetition

I was several paragraphs along in today’s entry when it started to feel familiar. I used the surprisingly effective search feature for my blog and sure enough, I was covering, sometimes thought for thought, a topic I reviewed just over a year ago. So I will spare you the repeat. This occasionally happens as I’m […]

Got Your Number

This morning I am wondering how we function without phone books. Maybe it’s just me, but I’m not sure how we all manage to “reach out and touch someone” without a handy paper book listing all the phone numbers you might ever need, along with lots you’ll never need. When I woke up today I […]

Lumbering Along

I am enjoying my new makers’ space on any number of levels, several of which I never even stopped to think about. Like, for instance, other people’s ineptitude. I am of an age now where I don’t have the same issues I once did around hiding my shortcomings from others. I pretty much walked in […]

Living in Denver

Kids these days. They probably have no idea they’re missing out on what was a major rite of passage for people my age, back in the day. That would be the day of the stereo phonograph. When I was little, both my grandparents and parents, and probably every house on my block, had a “high […]

Our Dinner With Tia

My Dinner With Andre arrived in movie theatres in the fall of my sophomore year of college, right at the height of my infatuation with art films. And yet somehow I never got around to watching this one, which is one of those more beloved by people who find films “significant” than people who just […]

Help Wanted

This morning I thought I’d go looking for a job. The thought didn’t last long, stymied at every short turn I took. I don’t actually want a new job. What I want to know is what people are getting paid in Gunnison, relative to Pat’s Screen Printing. I don’t need to know what any one […]

Unseasonable

Once upon a time everyone who lived in Gunnison had multiple stories of multiple winters of cold. Like fish, I find these stories grow larger with time, and everyone I know can remember winters where it was 20, 30, 40, 50, no, maybe it was 60 below for an entire week, two weeks, no, maybe […]

The Eleemosynary Mr. Campbell

When I was in grade school, I had a classmate named Mike Campbell. While we weren’t unfriendly, we weren’t friends. We didn’t do things together, or play on the playground together, or interact other than in classroom fashion. I seem to recall him being quite an artist. Mike lived one block due south of Lake […]

Room for Bookshelves

I did not spend this morning on a bus, although perhaps you thought I did, since I didn’t report in a timely fashion. I’m still here in Gunnison, banished from the family birthday party in Arvada by my mother, who already has her own germs and wants nothing to do with mine. So instead of […]