Truckin’ Like The Doodah Man. As Jane Austen’s novel, Pride And Prejudice, works so deliciously toward its satisfying conclusion, Mr. Darcy’s housekeeper says of Darcy’s sister, “. . . and so accomplished!-She plays and sings all day...
Still Jet Lagged After All These Days. Finally. This morning was better. I didn’t wake up until 4 a.m. Rather than-boing!-bolt upright, bright eyed, bushy tailed, and ready to be “up and at ’em” at 2:30. Yuck. So, rather than lying futilely...
On As A Passenger. Off As Cargo. I just returned from my trip to Greece. As you may remember from a previous post, I went with Dean, an old friend. A few, quick reflections. Go If You Can. And, For My Money, A Good Touring Company Is Worth It. We went with Road...
In my last post, I discussed my recent trip to Washington for the Colorado Capital Conference. While the event was interesting, it was also disheartening to marinate in the unhealthy atmosphere of the D.C. political miasma-even for a few days. However, on the last...
I had breakfast with Joe Rice last winter; it had been quite a while since we had seen one another. We served together in the Legislature for two years. While we didn’t always see eye to eye-he’s a Democrat-Joe was a good legislator. But he was also,...
