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Feeling Out of Sorts?
We owe a great debt to the printing arts, and I don’t mean what gets sprayed onto precisely sized sheets of bleached dead trees as it lurches its way out of that plastic box on your desk when you click…
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Closing Scene
Who Would Jesus Help?
Could we as a country be in deeper doo-doo? That was what immediately popped into my mind as I watched in disbelief and disgust the collection of video from news broadcasts compiled about the Black Friday shopper stampede.
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Prehistoric Thanksgiving
My nostalgia for Thanksgiving dinner extends this year to the Cretaceous Period. Yes, I’ll be feasting on dinosaur, or at least a cousin about 75 million years removed. Not Tyrannosaurus Rex or Stegosaurus or a Velociraptor—although I’m frightened to learn…
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RTD Has No Cushion
The sluggish recovery from the financial meltdown of 2007-08 doesn’t feel like a recovery at all; lots of people and institutions are still being fiscally flogged. And as institutions go, Denver’s Regional Transportation District is feeling the pain like no…
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Boulder County’s Promised Land
Leadership is not about rallying support and taking action for a cause or issue because it’s popular or easy. Leadership is about identifying a goal that is right and good and, despite it being unpopular or seemingly impossible to achieve,…
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Closing Scene: Mr. Dougherty’s Auto Nation
I get a lot of grief about the stuff I collect; books, magazines and newspapers as well as family heirlooms that I just can’t seem to part with. But my penchant for collecting (OK, hoarding) pales in comparison to the…
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A Ride of a Lifetime
One of the best lessons I ever learned as a reporter was how to strike up a conversation with anyone. No matter what their age, color, sex, religion, nationality, rich or poor, if I ever wanted to get someone talking—excited,…
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Lighting a Fire Under Budding Filmmakers
The guys in my neighborhood never thought of G.I. Joes as dolls. Maybe because we didn’t care as much about the uniforms, boots and helmets we decked them out in as we did the melting point of the plastic and…
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No More Light At the End Of Moffat Tunnel
Derailing the Ski Train that pulled skiers from Denver to Winter Park and back for 69 years is a big F-U from the rail transportation industry in general. The rich and powerful monopolies that own and dictate the use of…
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A Mother’s Milk
Mom knew it was good stuff—she’s a CU (Ski-U) grad, after all. So every year following my first high at age 6, a jones for the white stuff would start around Thanksgiving and peak about the time hockey games broke…
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