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Tue
23
Aug
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“Praying for Satan,” my two cents worth

It seems like every time a Presidential election year rolls around I get an irresistible urge to put a bullet through the TV. Blue-sky promises reverberate from podiums across America; babies are hugged, hands are shaken and fingers are pointed. Never does so much amount to so little for so many. Presidential election promises are about as incontinent as an old bucket at a target range, it just doesn’t hold water. “Cream” no longer rises to the top, and I’m left to wonder if our election process isn’t due for an upgrade, you know, a tweak to make it fair, relevant and most of all, make it actually matter who wins.  

Tue
23
Aug
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Of all the mean, vicious, merciless little buggers imaginable

Are you as warm as we are? It has gotten a little too warm around here. The bovine, equine and human species are all suffering.
There really isn’t any relief from the heat when you are on the ranch. We don’t have a chlorinated swimming pool to jump into. The creek beside the house really isn’t sanitary enough to recreate in; it’s downstream from the cows. For those who may not know, cows do “their business” in the creeks around here. Please think twice before you drink…this is a public service message from the Ouray County Cattlemen’s Association.
So, the kids, critters and I are forced to be creative with our “cooling off” activities. My favorite involves a good ol’ fashioned water hose. We don’t have a section of the property flat enough for a “slip ’n’ slide” so we leave our jeans on, wet down the grass REAL GOOD, and ‘booty bomb’ the side yard. It is fun. A little Redneck, but fun. Now we haven’t had time to do it this year, so I am trying to plan it.

Tue
23
Aug
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Sign of the times

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind
Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign?
-Five Man Electrical Band

As the RAMP project in Ridgway continues to take shape, a discussion about signs in Ridgway has blossomed.
It's certainly true there are quite a number of signs in town these days. I counted 58 signs along CO 62 driving from the Shell station to the Old School House. And that was counting only the ones along the north side of the highway.
Some are permanent and some are temporary. A number of them are construction signs, which will go away. Another batch directs to businesses, necessary because of construction. Most of those will go away. And another batch is what I call "holdover" signs, including the Ridgway town logo signs.
I'm guessing a lot of those will stay.

Sun
26
Jun
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Response regarding short-term rentals

Dear Editor,

In response to “Short Term Rental Regulations Hashed Out” of May 19-25, I wish to commend our neighbors for their efforts to promote our area through the use of their homes and Bed and Breakfasts (B&B’s). They have attracted the attention of the traveling public by their personal hospitality, choices of accommodations and décor. Through their hard work these entrepreneurs have become ambassadors for Ouray County. They are inviting these special guests to visit the sights of interest, restaurants, entertainment, and markets. These visitors undoubtedly spend many dollars, and perhaps extra days, in our area. This of course generates much additional revenue to businesses and tax revenue for the county.

Sun
26
Jun
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Letters from Ridgway: 1891

In keeping with last week's theme of reprinting some of the history that's lying around this ink-stained office, I ran across the following, one of a series of letters. The letters were written in 1891 by John C. Bachelder to his brother Millard and sister Lida. The letters were subsequently given to the late Roger Henn of Ouray, by Glen Bachelder, grandson of Millard. John Bachelder had been a conductor with the Kalamazoo and South Haven, Michigan, and struck out on his own for the Colorado frontier, landing in Ridgway. The following are two of those letters, reprinted from a 1991 The Ridgway Sun centennial edition:

Ridgway
April 2, 1891

My Dear Brother,

Sun
26
Jun
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Paving CR 1 is for convenience of few

Dear Editor,
After evaluating the pros and cons of the proposed paving of County Road 1, I have come to the conclusion there is only reason to do so and that is "for the convenience of a few"!
Those "few" don't want to be inconvenienced by driving down Log Hill through Ridgway. But if convenience is the prime mover in your life, why did you move here from the city in the first place? It is not a matter of  convenience to live in a rural setting, period. It is a choice we make to live with less convenience in exchange for less traffic, fewer people and more of nature and the natural beauty of the surrounding area. Let's not be so quick to try and change what we moved here for in the first place!
Respectfully,
Gary Matney
Log Hill

Sun
26
Jun
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Be healthy and save the planet! Buy this amazing product…

What is healthy? It's title of a recent article in The Economist, for starters. It's a fair question.
The definition of "healthy" is not only a puzzle for biomedical science to solve, but also a kind of game played for high stakes. The game requires a referee because science provides no clear answer and scientists who do this kind of research – often for companies with skin in the game – can't agree. Meanwhile, the Food and Drug Administration wields the whistle.
Money is important in life, but good health trumps even the almighty dollar. Unless, of course, you own a company that sells products with the word "healthy" on the package – like a panoply of products in the supermarket these days.

Sun
26
Jun
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A bit of history in Ouray County

It's that time of year that we receive a whole bunch of press releases from our friends at Colorado Parks and Wildlife related to wildlife. Don't feed the bears. Birds don't need bird feeders. Leave baby animals alone.
It's a good bet that if your actions are designed to help or assist wildlife, then you're really not helping at all.
If you want to feed the locals, go shopping or dining or stay a few nights. It is we two-legged locals that have the most difficulty surviving Colorado winters!

Feel like you're going forward and backward this week? Well, it won't last past Sunday. The palindrome will be over, like the movie Groundhog Day, except this week gets to the end and goes back to the beginning. It started on Friday (6/10/16), continued on to Saturday (6/11/16), and on through this coming Sunday (6/19/16). The madness will all stop this Monday (6/20/16).

Sun
26
Jun
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Land exchange a bad idea

Dear Editor,
I was interested to see the Plaindealer article regarding the land exchange of the Thistledown properties, giving Rockbiter Corp. ownership of Forest Service land along Canyon Creek. The Forest Supervisor for the Grand Mesa Uncompahgre and Gunnison National Forest, Mr. Scott Armentrout, is quoted as saying, “It is desirable … (for administration and management reasons) … to effect this ownership change.”
Obviously Supervisor Armentrout does not live anywhere in the vicinity of these properties. Perhaps if Rockbiter would install a zip line, challenge course, or host mine tours on pristine, once-public property down the road from Mr. Armentrout’s house, as Rockbiter suggests doing on the Thistledown properties, he might have a different opinion as to the desirability of the land exchange.

Sun
26
Jun
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A pernicious blend of ignorance and overconfidence

I’m sure Mark Twain had men in mind when he said, “Success is oft born out of ignorance and confidence.” Well whadayaknow, two things I just happen to excel at. Thus it shouldn’t come as a surprise that a dumbass Geezer-Guy on Medicare is drawn to stunts like trying to ride his mountain bike from Lovely Ouray to Yankee Boy Basin. This kind of irrational, hormone-driven arrogance likely explains why women live longer than men.
I was seized by this lunatic ambition a couple of years ago during a recurrent bout of mental illness commonly referred to as Spring Fever. Its source is always the languid, drop-by-drop thaw of a winter’s-worth of dirty “white plague” from the upper reaches of my San Juan Mountain playground. Symptoms include pacing, fidgeting, moodiness and watching reruns of “Ellen” and “Dr Phil.”

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