Baseball is the athletic equivalent of those yellow-beaked “Drinking Birds” in novelty stores. The ones made of glass tubes and bulbs that bob a little farther toward a glass, finally getting its beak wet, and then the whole thing starts all over again. So fun.
Long have the bigger and richer city folks sniffed at our town. And elected and highly paid leaders have long pushed back with facts, rebuttals, marginal memes and a ton of cash. You can guess how effective it’s all been
To this day, while my wife, Melody, and all my friends live in regular dread of having to shop for groceries, I still love it. Any food expenditure was and is justifiable.
Open up your Facebook account and you immediately can feel the scowl begin and the eyes narrow at the virtual river of posts asking whether you agree that Mexican immigrants should not be given free cell phones, Hondas and Macy’s gift cards at the border, where they pour through abandoned border gates on donkeys carrying backpack nukes and a map to your house.
Despite the fact that the number of states that have gone to the dark side is three and counting, and that Colorado is into year three of the greatest experiment ever — like, ever, dude — the interest in Colorado outside of Colorado is still keen
I dig in the cold and nearly frozen dirt until my back screams for mercy. I spend until my wife screams for mercy. I plant and water and watch. I water too much. I water too little. I grow weeds like you have never seen in your life. Prize-winning weeds. Astounding, National Enquirer picture kinds of weeds
Just hours into my new year’s resolution to trim the fat, which has been a perpetual work in progress for something like 40 years, I can tell that this is really the year to make something happen
Youth and the holidays go together like ice cream and cake. Middle age and the holidays are more a blend of serrated-knife cuts and lemon juice.