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Driving Miss Crazy: Bananas don’t travel well

After a horrible experience a few years ago, I vowed I would never drive the streets of Denver again, especially during rush hour. It’s happening again. I feel like I’m…

It’s all Greek to me

I just came from my Greek class, where I had an outburst of showing myself and, let’s just say, a moment of letting it all hang out. It’s all because…

Writer’s block — beyond the written page

Do I have writer’s block? No; I have a lot to say on this subject. As the vice president of our writer’s group, my job is to arrange for good…

Tractor talk — digging the hole deeper

Have you noticed that when you are thinking of buying something, you see it on every corner? Everywhere I look, I see orange Kubotas. Did I not get the memo?…

It’s always an experience: another pickup line

My Sweet Al and I were having dinner with his brother, David, at a local restaurant. It’s always an experience when we’re with him. The conversation always comes around to…

A simple life in a technical world

Our children and their friends are still talking about the Pirate Plunge Mud Run and how they can make it better next year. My daughter and I were looking through…

Cruisin’ Espanola: It’s a family adventure

We came out of Sunday service and our daughter said, “You’ve got to try this restaurant in Espanola. They have the best Mexican food. Let’s go to Espanola.” Our son-in-law…

We’re too old for a mud run

We’re too old for a mud run, I argued. We went anyway. I looked around. We were the oldest in the group. I could only imagine what the teenagers thought…

What are we missing? Nothing

My friend said, “Pagosa is ten years behind times.” “That’s good. There are so many crazy things going on in this world. I’m glad we are sheltered from things we…

In flux as we sit, living our moment

Columnist Everything is changing as we sit in the same place. We haven’t moved, but everything around us is moving. Our conversations are changing since the grandchildren have left home.…

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