Going broke in Holyoke

We can't win 'em all, and never has that been more true than in recent months in this newspaper business of ours.
For starters, at the annual Colorado Press Association convention this week, we won our share of awards - perhaps more.
But we didn't win the big one.
We were shooting for our third straight year of being named best in our class, which judges us against newspapers our size in Colorado. We walked away with the Editorial Excellence award, but got bested by the Holyoke Enterprise for best in class.

One toke over the state line

In its "Perspective" section Sunday, journalists at the Denver Post came out swinging at their owner, Digital First Media. Headlines blazed with revolt against the venture capitalist firm that will lay off another two dozen newsroom employees this week, piling up over seven dozen layoffs in that department in the past three years.
"Colo. should demand the newspaper it deserves," read one headline. "Who will step up and save The Denver Post?" read another. "Journalists don't protest. But this time is different," read yet another.

On the move again

Here we go again, although it's been three years since we last said that.
The lease for our 8th Avenue office is up at the end of May. We could have renewed for another three years, but it's a lot of space, and usually I'm the only one there. Literally, there are weeks where I can count on one finger the number of visitors we get. So much is done by mail, email, phone and the interweb.

The medium is the message

I read a few things that got me thinking about the Denver Post, bloodletting, local journalism, craft beer and social media.
One was in the Colorado Springs Gazette this week, penned by its editor, Vince Bzdek. He noted how thankful he is that the Pulitzer Prize winning newspaper he works for is owned by a Coloradan who has a stake in the state and ultimately skin in the game when it comes to the Gazette and its community.

The enemy within

"Alan!" she pushed from the bottom of her lungs in a hurried whisper, immediately waking me from deep sleep. She rarely calls me by my name, unless there's trouble, and it's usually due to trouble that I've created.
"Alan!" she screams again in her loudest whispered tone. I give her the attention any man gives his wife at times like these…that cautioned, certain look that says something's wrong and I'm about to be told it's my fault.
"I was sitting in the living room reading and I heard the garage door open," she said.
Well, that gets me off the hook.

Couples who fly together...

Beecher and I actually left the state last week, together, on the same trip. Which meant for a brief period in time we didn't think about ink and paper.
That brief period, for me, was when we turned the corner in the Salt Lake City airport and there, past the ramp leading down to Terminal B were 2,000 of our soon-to-be closest friends.
"That's the flu waiting to happen," I popped off to my travel partner.
They say a joke is best when it is dipped in truth, and the truth hit us about three hours after our return home. It was not pretty.

Love is in the air

February is the month of Valentines and Love is in the Air, or so “they” say. I don’t know who “they” are but “they” are obviously not involved with a cowboy. The activity that is brewing in the air around our home is prepping for calving season and complaining about the lack of snow. Both are topics that don’t bring strong loving feelings from me.

Headlines: Shakespeare’s ghost stalks Colorado town

It’s the last day of 2017. New Year’s Eve. Another year is slipping away. Most of my life I’ve regretted the passing of another year. Not so much this year.

I awoke this morning with no thoughts of C.S. Lewis’s White Witch of Narnia. No thoughts of hopelessness and despair.

Predictions for Ouray County for 2018

Every year publications pull together a "year in review." We published one the first year we were here, perhaps the second, but haven't done one since. Reasons: everyone does it; it’s “easy” filler; and, we wonder how interesting it is to readers.