On a Saturday afternoon last November, my wife Kim and I pulled into the parking lot of the Woodland Park Wal-Mart. Usually, she drives around looking for a parking spot that is far away and less likely to get our new car dinged. But this time, she swung quickly into an empty space. As she […]
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Let me start out by saying that I don’t have an ideological dog in the race for who will become our next president. Exhibit A is that I was a strong McCain supporter in 2000 and a rabid Rand Paul backer this year. But unlike so many people who argue about politics today, my first
I have always been good at spotting trends. Growing up with crazy parents, I learned to recognize the warning signs when either of them was about to engage in irrational behavior. It was a survival skill. That skill carried over into the rest of my life. For example, back in the late Eighties and early
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Sister Mary Theresa was an imposing figure of a woman. She would have been even without the penguin suit. Although I couldn’t imagine her without it. She was a giant to me, the shortest kid in class. But, in fairness, she was taller than Father Michael as well and stout enough to fill up most
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Most Liberals are not publicly admitting relief at Anton Scalia’s death because they don’t want to appear unseemly. The Conservatives who are happy about his passing, and there are more than the popular narrative will admit, won’t fess up either for fear of being labeled a RHINO. Since I don’t care about labels, I’ll come
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Imagine eating a diet that consisted solely of rare red meat, raw eggs, and all the milk and mineral water you could drink for every meal, every day for months as you spent your nights sleeping outside and your days basking in the sun. Your only respite from these activities would be occasional exercise and
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Go north, dad,” my son told me over the phone. “How am I supposed to know which way is north?” I asked him. It was snowing hard in Greeley so I couldn’t see the mountains to orient myself. “Just turn left at the next intersection,” he assured me. I was lost in Greeley in my
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“Whassat, daddy?” I held up one of the items I had dumped out of my spare parts box onto my workbench. “This?” I asked. My three-year-old nodded. “It’s a plug in jack for headphones.” “Can I see?” “Sure,” I said. I handed Michael the box. It was made of scrap wood from the cabinet shop
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I just got my dad’s birthday present the other day. It’s always tough, partly because of his age and partly because his birthday is on New Year’s Eve. Which is close enough to Christmas that when he was growing up, he always got a “this is your Christmas AND birthday present.” Of course he did
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The reaction of white America to the Black Lives Matter campaign is more than disappointing. The reaction of the right wing, however, strains credulity. It takes a special kind of crazy to categorize a movement that is tired of racial profiling and police brutality as a national attack on cops. If a couple of people
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