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Somehow we all survived

Dear Editor,
We just wanted to endorse your observations and conclusions.
As you summed up:
“When I was a kid, I felt responsible for my own actions. These days, it’s someone else’s responsibility to watch out for our actions.”
Unregulated sledding?
At our local school playground, we watched as the rings were taken away (someone might fall),
the tether balls got removed (someone might get whacked) and activities like dodge ball
banned (someone might get hit).

A welcome donation

Dear Editor,
 
Kari Wage and Vonnie Kuijvenhoven recently donated a new television to the Ouray Volunteer Fire Department. The department relies on donations such as these to help offset some of its expenses. In this case, the television will enable the department to conduct training sessions at the fire house as well as view and analyze film from fire events. With limited resources and significant expenses, the OVFD appreciates and accepts all kinds of donations, so thank you, Kari and Vonnie, for thinking of the department and making this generous donation.

Giving space to ideas and ingenuity

Back in the day, before the norm was a Man Cave with full wet bar and a 48 inch wide screen HD TV, men hung out in the shed. The shed had beer in bottles or cans in a beat up fridge, a license plate or two covering the holes in the wall, an old AM radio in the corner and pin up girls on every vertical surface not covered in tools. In the Shed men stood around and smoked cigars with their buddies while tinkering with the family car or (if they were luckier) a project car. Back then, fixing a car relied on the expertise of a number of friends from around the neighborhood.

Post-holiday hangover of an andropausal male

Warning: At the risk of being labeled “Mr. Grinch,” I'm about to take a leak on the annual guilt-induced, corporate-shakedown madness known as "The Holidays." I held off ’til after Christ's big birthday bash in hopes of escaping eternal damnation, hell’s fire, and/or a lightning bolt.

Not even Oprah can fly

I promise I won't write about our new dog each week. In fact, he won't get much more ink, unless we have a famous headline that reads "Man bites dog," or something sensational like that.
And the only reason I'm writing about him today is he did something pretty sensational the other day.

Passing of the gavel

Dear Editor,
As outgoing president of the Ouray Chamber Resort Association (OCRA), I am reflecting on the last three years serving on the board, two years as president and one as vice president. Lots of amazing successes have occurred here in Ouray during that time period. I believe the results came from a team approach of not only the OCRA board of directors but especially of the excellent staff led by an outstanding Executive Director, Katherina (Kat) Papenbrock. Accomplishments include listening to our community and bringing new events to town.

Decorative spirit

Dear Editor,

I wish to thank the persons responsible for the beautiful decorations placed around the "Welcome to Ouray" sign on Hwy. 550. Every Christmas season I look forward to being blessed by them.
To me, they reflect the Christmas Spirit of Ouray in honoring the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. May this Spirit  prevail throughout the New Year and always.

Dodie Dreshsler
Ouray