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07
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Editorial Cartoon

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03
Dec
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Ouray County Plaindealer Cartoon

Wed
03
Dec
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Making myself a more balanced rider

When I was in college I never pulled all nighters. Many of my friends did in cramming for an exam, but I just wasn’t able to stay up all night studying. I also didn’t think it was very valuable. Sure, you fill your head full of facts, regurgitate them for the exam the next day and then promptly forget them. That’s usually the way it goes.
On Friday, while on my way to Montrose and the Black Friday sale at Murdoch’s, I was listening to NPR. The program was on ways of studying in order to retain the knowledge, and not just for a test. They were discussing “blocking” and “interleaving,” a term I had never heard.

Wed
03
Dec
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Trust in three simple words

When trust and faith intersect, you can bet you're ready for just about anything.
My son, Ross, the budding pilot, wanted to take me flying Friday at the airport at which he trains in Provo, Utah. My publishing partner, his mother, is a bit more discriminate in her desire to be aloft. You can't much blame her, really. The Diamond DA40 two-seater would be eclipsed by a Volkswagen Beetle with a long tail pipe.
When I helped Ross lock down the heavy, clear bubble that enclosed our cockpit, it didn't occur to me to question him about what we just witnessed.
A four-seater Piper raced down the runway before us, lifted, then bounced and seemingly caught itself and righted before rising away. I asked Ross if he had seen the bounce, and Ross made some comment about how the pilot probably just pulled his nose up too quickly for a second. Happens all the time.

Fri
14
Nov
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Social Security: The funding of Second Childhoods

This report comes to you from “The Road,” as Bobbie and I chase Ms Autumn south and west across the climatically and recreationally gifted state of Utah on a prolonged immersion amongst flaming red rocks and cavernous canyons — trying to extend summer, suntans and, who knows, maybe even Life itself.
We are like giddy children playing hide-n-seek…testing the outer limits grip of Vibram soles and bike tires on mounds of strawberry soft-serve sandstone. When it’s too hot, we go underground to bag a shady slot canyon — wade chilled potholes and surmount choke-stone obstacles that threaten progress — if not well-being — stopping just short of pulling an “Aron Ralston.”

Wed
12
Nov
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Cartoon

Thu
30
Oct
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Rob Pudim's Cartoon

Thu
30
Oct
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Our advice: Call the Sheriff

Well, it's official now. At least as far as what has been sent to the Plaindealer. Republican and Democrat and Independent political signs have been vandalized in the county.
How do we know this?
We are the recipient of photo after photo after photo of spray-painted sign, or slashed sign or mangled or knocked over sign. You name the way you can destroy a political sign, and you pick the party represented on the sign, and we have a photo of it courtesy of someone in the county.
The messages accompanying these photos sent to us are varied.
"What are you going to do about this, Plaindealer?"
"Why is there no condemnation from the other side?"
And so forth.
We even got photos sent to us on our Twitter account from a self-proclaimed political "agitator," implying that our "silence" on these misdemeanor occurrences somehow implicated us in a broad conspiracy to subvert some such something or other.

Tue
14
Oct
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Editorial cartoon

Tue
14
Oct
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What about Bob...

What About Bob…
Even when Lovely Ouray's temps are in the 70s, I'm here to tell you that unobstructed high altitude late-September sun can be brutally hot. It's like an infrared kind of heat, one that cooks you from the inside out.
There I was, feeling like the flammable focal point under a magnifying glass—sweating out placement of the last few shingles on the roof of a new storage shed Bobbie and I constructed to house mountain bikes and other "stuff" that seems to multiply faster than wives and children at a polygamist commune—and up strolls "What-About-Bob." Bob's friendly and outgoing on the surface, yet somewhat paradoxically forlorn a couple layers below his psychological epidermis—a character not unlike Bill Murray played in the movie, “What About Bob.” My Bob’s a lovable, offbeat and entertaining kind of guy, one who'd be living in your spare bedroom in a heartbeat if you weren’t darn careful.

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