Columns

Mon
07
Aug
atodd's picture

Living on the right side of the street

Talked to long-time Ouray resident Bud Zanett this week. He was recalling that this month marks the 99th anniversary of Rosa and John Zanett's arrival in Ouray. They were his grandparents,
John came to the states in 1910 and Rosa in 1912, and the two were married in Ohio and came to Ouray lured of mining.
The couple lived on 2nd Street, and back then options were limited as to where you could live. Those of Italian descent - not the rich folks - weren't "allowed" to live on the east side of Ouray.
Bud said it caused quite a stir when one of his relatives purchased the house next to the courthouse in the 1930s.

Mon
07
Aug
atodd's picture

Ouray Hot Springs Pool is open

The Ouray Hot Springs Pool opened Saturday a few hours later than scheduled, but after nine months what did a little more anticipation matter?
Evidently, it didn't. I was there at 10:00 a.m. when it was scheduled to open, and when I came back at noon the same people, and then some, were waiting for the doors to open.
We know there's still work to be done, but swimming and soaking had to be done this Memorial Day weekend. The new design has five distinct pools, but the majority were closed. On Saturday only one pool was open. On Sunday and Monday just two were open.
There's so much more water to come. And soon.
In the meantime, how did this weekend stack up compared to Memorial Day weekend last year?
This year, 1,945 visitors dipped their toes in the pool. Last year, 3,081 ushered in the summer's first official weekend at the pool.

Mon
07
Aug
atodd's picture

Cowboys, rodeo queens and broken filters

Our life on the ranch is incredible. We have been blessed to be allowed to live on a beautiful piece of private land in one of the most picturesque areas of this country. But changes and updates to things believed "perfect" are normal, right? I only ask that the littlest of things be "made better." The problem is that I have to ask over and over and over again. I pride myself on not being a nag or "that kinda" wife but sometimes blunt statements are necessary when you are dealing with a house full of cowboys, rodeo queens and broken filters.
The lights in the bathrooms are circa 1970 and only six of the 10 sockets are functional. Most of you, I think, would say that it is appropriate to update the lighting fixtures in the bathrooms. I have purchased the necessary parts, located the circuits, purchased LED lightbulbs and asked the cowboy to complete the job. That original request was given more than a year ago.

Thu
18
May
atodd's picture

Let’s put the polite back into politics

Fair warning: what follows contains the word “politics.” It’s about the word, more than the thing. It’s not about gun control or abortion or immigration or Obamacare or any of the other issues that divide and distract us. Rather, it’s about something Aristotle called the “golden mean” by which he meant the middle ground between two extremes.
Words like “politics” and “civil” are familiar to all of us. They were also familiar to the ancient Athenians and Romans and have roots in Greek and Latin. Both these words represent ideals that we have incorporated into our concept of good government and that the Founding Fathers enshrined in the Constitution.

Thu
18
May
atodd's picture

Some facts about sexual assault

Last month was national Sexual Assault Awareness Month, not that folks in Ouray County need an occasion lately to raise awareness of the topic.
We have five current sexual assault cases connected with Ouray County, each at various points of progress in the court system.
A plea has been submitted in one, with the court’s acceptance and sentencing still to come. Two others await trial and/or possible pleas, as well. Yet two others, which didn't occur in the county but are alleged to have been committed by Ouray County residents, are just beginning the legal process.
Three of these cases are alleged violations against minors. All of the accused/convicted are men.
I had a conversation with one of the alleged victims last week. What do you say, other than if it's true, you hope for justice and healing? I can never understand what the victim of sexual assault goes through.

Thu
18
May
atodd's picture

Rekindling the Bro-mance

“We aren't getting any younger,” as the saying goes, and, well, you never know, right? What better time to reconnect with my older brother, Dan…knock a few cobwebs off our sibling rivalry face-to-face, old man to old man.
Sacrifice is born of such things. Reconnecting involves breaking my preference to abstain from venturing east of the Rockies, not to mention, wedging myself into a child-sized seat on some cheapskate airline. ’Tis true: I’m a tad spoiled living here in my lovely mountain home.

Thu
18
May
atodd's picture

Memories will be so thick

It wasn't an unnatural thought at first, as Beecher and I were led through the ongoing construction Friday at Ouray's Hot Springs Pool by City Resources Director Rick Noll, that seeing adults soaking and kids splashing where we walked could be a long way off.
But then, you hear the steadfast assuredness in Rick's voice as he answers the question many are asking: "Will it be ready on time?"
Quickly, and without hesitation, Noll said the pool will be open May 27.
Just days earlier, Ouray City Administrator Patrick Rondinelli told me the same thing. They're not repeating the company line. This is an edict that the contractor understands and that those at the city believe.
Looking past the extension cords, buckets, enough piping to reroute the Uncompahgre River and scores of other construction material and tools, you see the shape of what's to come, and you know this is going to be an amazing attraction when completed.

Thu
18
May
atodd's picture

A hero in the eyes of a black horse

It was over 15 years ago that the news reported about the Texas woman who drowned her five children. They said she suffered from postpartum depression. I have four beautiful children and I have never felt anything less than love for any of them.
My daughter, Caitlin, was just an infant at the time and I recall thinking, "What kind of a monster kills her own children?" I didn't know much about mental disabilities nor did I believe in postpartum depression or psychosis. I couldn't fathom the possibility of hurting one of my precious children.
I know now that postpartum depression and postpartum psychosis are real, and cattle suffer with the symptoms, too.
Some five years ago, I was visiting the calving barn with my husband to check on some newborns belonging to the first calf heifers. A first calf heifer is basically a "teen mom.” She was bred as a one-year-old and gives birth around her second birthday.

Thu
18
May
atodd's picture

Can identical twins get away with murder?

“Hi, Tom! How ya doin’?”
The greeter was a grinning Grant M., my friend and neighbor. He had just walked out of his front door. I was working in the yard. I looked up and said, “Oh, hi there, Gordon.”
He was a person I’d never seen before in my life, but I knew at a glance that his name was Gordon, not Grant. A mystery wrapped in a riddle, right? Here’s what you need to know to solve the riddle:
1) Grant has a lively imagination and a good sense of humor, but he’s a little like Dennis the Menace. He just might take a big bite out of the apple in your lunch pail if you don’t keep an eye on him.
2) Grant has an identical twin named Gordon. I knew he lived in Chicago, but I didn’t know he was in town for a visit.
Gordon’s daughter, Julie, once confused the two of them. She thought Grant was her daddy. The only reason I wasn’t fooled is that Gordon had recently gotten a haircut and Grant’s hair was, shall we say, a little less stylish.

Thu
18
May
atodd's picture

When I was young like Juliet

Imagine you're a "Millennial" from Seattle. It's been cold and wet for weeks—downright dismal with more drizzle and snow than should be allowed.
Rents in “Boomtown” are ridiculous, so you must work three jobs in order to keep extortionist landlords at bay. The weather never seems to cooperate with your one day off per week. But you're young and strong and smart, have naïve dreams to leave "home," maybe go someplace with shorter winters, less rain and more sunlight. You have a fuzzy plan to get there, too… if the “Universe” would just get off your back. In the meantime, Seattle is "home." One could do worse, except for the traffic.

Pages

Subscribe to Columns