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Fri
09
Feb
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The final turnstile: Tribute to a fallen matriarch

"Sooner or later you come back for that which (is) stored away, and sometimes it isn't there."  

~ Off Ramp, Hank Stuever...Adventures and heartache in the American elsewhere.

Fri
09
Feb
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What a city, Ouray!

What a city!
Last week I had a late night and lost a piece of clothing in the process.
Oh, you're thinking sure, Alan, you're going to tell us you were at the Coachlight Tavern and things got out of hand, right?
Not exactly.
I went to the Ice Park Committee meeting.
And it was quite the blur, so much so that the next day I looked all around for the new black fleece pullover my mother-in-law bought me and couldn't find it anywhere.
I searched the house, the office and even 6th Avenue where I had parked. I texted someone at the city and stopped by the police department to check on lost and found.
Nothing.
The next morning I was dropping Beecher off at City Hall and looked across the street. There on a railing was a black piece of clothing. I walked across and, lo and behold, there was my fleece.

Fri
09
Feb
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No longer annoying

It has been four months since I bought MY new colt and the call finally came to go and pick him up. Receiving that call brought a level of excitement that I hadn't felt in quite some time. I was giddy like a little girl anticipating the arrival of a new toy.
We had few days to prepare, two to be exact, and it was too long to wait. I ran to the tack shop and bought a new weanling halter and lead rope. I felt like a new mom buying the "come home" outfit for a newborn.
I swept out the horse trailer, prepped his water tank and I snapped at Steve, my husband, to pick up some "good hay" for MY new colt. Steve placed his hand on my shoulder and quietly said to me, "Slow Down…you will have a more harmonious outcome."
That was annoying.
The morning arrived and the truck had a full tank of gas. I filled our coffee cups, grabbed the halter and lead rope and piled into the truck for a two hour drive to pick up MY new colt.

Fri
09
Feb
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Gun sales on the rise

Feeling any safer in the neighborhood this week? You may not, but there's a good chance your neighbor might be. That's because the Thanksgiving shopping weekend got off to a bang.
The Colorado Bureau of Investigation reports that Black Friday firearm background checks set a record in the state. The CBI InstaCheck team conducted 4,779 background checks for firearms transfers on Friday.
It took 41 employees working a minimum of 10-hour shifts to conduct all the checks.
Talk about rapid fire. That's about one background check every six minutes per employee.
Background checks on Black Friday, which don't indicate how many actual guns were sold, have been steadily increasing over past years. The CBI numbers by year are:
2017:    4,779
2016:    4,329
2015:    4,115
2014:    4,119
2013:    3,804

Fri
09
Feb
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Guns do kill

“It’s something we all say does not happen in small communities, although we found out today it does.”
Joe Tackitt, Wilson County Sheriff, Sutherland Springs, Texas, Sunday, Nov. 4, 2017

Fri
09
Feb
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On the road in Utah: an amazing state of mind, body and spiritual awakening

We eased on down Utah’s “Blue Highways,” drifting like sand in the wind, eddying up here and there without plan nor purpose, living the “good life” like a couple of peripatetic hobos with stolen credit cards.
After wandering San Raphael’s barren slot-canyoned Swell, we caught up with Ms Autumn in Capitol Reef. Gnarly old Cottonwoods stood in line along the banks of the Freemont, leaves of gold palpitating in the breeze. Necks craned skyward at sheer, sky-piercing, buff red walls. On top rested massive domes of white, thrones fit for the gods. Overwhelmed by goose bumps and the pervasive spiritual aura, my agnostic tendencies can’t help but teeter.

Fri
09
Feb
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So, who do you believe?

So, who do you believe?
Chuck Smith, writing for Coloradopolitics.com in July, cited a few studies stating that not only have traffic accidents in Colorado not increased since recreational marijuana has been legalized in the state, they actually have decreased. He went on to say that there was an immediate decline in car deaths following legalization.
On the other hand, an NBC report said that in a study across 20 states where marijuana sales have been legalized, weed was detected at three times the rate in the bodies of dead drivers compared to those in the year prior to legalization.
Seems this argument has been going back and forth for years.
Maybe, in the infancy of legalization, there's not enough recognition of the effects of this drug.

Mon
06
Nov

There’s no substitute for laziness

If you've missed any of our reporting over the last year or so as it relates specifically to recent sexual assault cases in Ouray County, no worries. A local neighboring publication, printed weekly and tossed hither and thither, took the liberty of lifting our work and ever so gently massaging it into their own last week.
But Alan, you say, you reprint snippets from the Gunnison, Lake City, Silverton and Montrose papers. And you've been known to reprint entire stories from a few of these publications.
Oh, so true, our ever watchful reader. We have a working relationship with these papers and willingly trade back and forth. When we reference other area papers, we use it to augment our own work, not as the roux for our gumbo. And when we reprint entire stories, we reprint entire stories. No changes. No trying to make it look like our own. Full attribution and permission.

Mon
06
Nov

The man who invented nature—a postmodern parable

Ecocide: “the extensive damage to…ecosystem(s) of a given territory…to such an extent that peaceful enjoyment by inhabitants of that territory has been or will be severely diminished.”
  ~Wikipedia

Mon
06
Nov

On transitions and numbered days

So deep into August I can almost feel September’s cool breath upon my neck. Children are headed back to school where they belong, ruing the loss of summer and freedom as they gaze out classroom windows. Moms and Dads fair worse in work ruts, pondering with puppy-love fondness a recent vacation to Lovely Ouray, grieving the funeral procession of the 50 abysmal weeks that stands between them and a return to paradise. Ouranians know the days of summer are numbered when they can find a parking spot on Main Street.

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