Good Grief
It was well over 400 days since we lost Dan Escalante to an avalanche, but last weekend we finally had a memorial for him. Before I write about the he…
Slow Burn
It was my first night out downtown in well over a year. Now, to be clear, I’m not talking about a “closing down-The-Ranch” type night out; more of a t…
An Ode To Print
A few weeks ago I did something I’d never done in my life: I read an entire book in a day. It was the day after my second dose of the COVID vaccine, a…
Never For Money, Always For Love
Emails are the bane of my existence. I am always behind. But this one, from a vendor up in Moab who was selling my books and zines, caught my eye. The…
A Decade In Durango / My First Story
Ten years ago, I moved to Durango with a dollar and a dream; in the midst of an economic recession. It was perhaps the best decision I’ve ever made. O…
Facebook Story
I remember the first time I heard about Facebook. My friend and I were in the public library – back before I could afford a laptop and internet – and …
Hope on The Rocks, and Fallen Friends
If you’re like me, getting outside for fresh air and exercise every day is a must. That’s one of the reasons I’ve felt grateful to live in an area lik…
E-Bikes and Elections, Part Deux
All year long there’s been a theme of when I sit down to write this column, there are certain happenings that I simply have to write about. And, this …
E-Bikes and Elections
Well, here we are again, on the cusp of an important election, and I have a column to write. Before I dive in, I want to give a shout out to my friend…
Goodbye Cruel Summer
It was a weird night, during a weird month, and a strange summer. Just 30 minutes prior, at 8 o’clock on a Sunday evening a man was knocking on the do…