Cripple Creek is usually known as a gold camp or gambling city, but in the winter it is also becoming known locally for the Ice Festival it hosts during the second and third weekends in February. Visitors to the city can enjoy the gambling and hotels as they would during other times of the year, and the colder climate and high altitude are perfect to preserve the ice sculptures that
British comedies (Britcoms) have been a part of my life now for around thirty years. Not only are most of them insanely funny, but they offered me something akin to the volumes of books I was reading in my teen years, a look into worlds populated by people who seemed similar to me but who were also interestingly different. It didn’t hurt that their humor was smart and sarcastic, two qualities
It pains me to have to write this. I don’t wish to be a part of the divisiveness that’s rampant in the Democratic party as we head to Super Tuesday. But the time has come to tell my 2008 Colorado caucus story. Before I do, I’d like to say that I voted for Bill Clinton, twice. I was so impressed with Hillary Clinton—her ideas, her work, and her defiant attitude toward the
This continues the series of columns that highlights a much-loved poem and presents other poems that speak to, or resonate with, that poem. This week features “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats, written in 1819, almost two hundred years ago. The two related poems are both by F. Scott Fitzgerald: “Thousand and First Ship,” and “Lamp in the Window.” The Poetry Foundation states “John Keats, who died at the age
I’ve been thinking about zombies lately, maybe because it’s election season. After all, even though a zombie can’t carry a season series like a charming, athletic vampire, zombies en masse do resemble an endlessly reproducing horde of consumers staggering through life, oblivious to the state of our culture, government, and environment. Worst of all, their only true aim is to devour their healthy counterparts. For the living, it’s more than
