So now it’s January, and the holiday season is over. What is on mind right now is what is on everybody else’s mind — the weather. It’s hard to focus on any other writing topic here at Pipi’s Pasture because, after all, it is taking three to four hours a day to do all the chores. If you have animal chores to do, you know what I’m talking about; if you don’t you still have to deal with the snowy, wet mess.
This last week, while I worked from home, I had several calls from readers who gave me information and recipes about mincemeat. I’ll share what I learned in this and future columns. I so enjoyed visiting with you all, and thanks so much for the information.
Happy New Year and what a year it is shaping up to be. While President-elect Trump is poised to take office this month, and we expect changes, there are big things close to home that are beginning to unfold including bills in the state legislature and action at the state board of education.
The Memorial Hospital Suboxone Clinic has temporarily suspended new patient intake to allow the hospital to review processes and documentation to ensure they are paid for services.
You may have seen on the news that last week in Chicago, four black young adults kidnapped and then tortured a white special needs young man while streaming the abuse on Facebook Live.
Sorry Mr. Morton but arguments against recreational pot have nothing whatsoever to do with logic. The legalization of pot is new enough that right now there are no reputable figures either way. I have seen State Patrol figures that pot D.U.I.s are up, and I do know that there are a number of deaths attributed to driving under the influence of pot. And I do know that “I’m sorry,” will never, ever be just compensation for a family that has lost a member killed by a pot smoker.
On Jan. 20, 1953, my fifth-grade class, suffering from frozen noses and wild excitement, climbed from the back of a farm truck after an open-air, arctic ride to Barney Cornaby’s house. Barney had invited us to his home, which held one of the few TVs in Lake Shore, to watch the inauguration of Dwight D. Eisenhower. Whatever that was.
If you’re making a list of books to read during the new year, put this week’s book at the top. It’s “13 ways to Kill Your Community” by Doug Griffiths, MBA, with Kelly Clemmer. The book I reviewed is the second edition.
Usually the type of winds we experienced early this week blow, by definition, at the end of the winter season. Such is not the case in 2017, and you have to admit that waking up to a 40-degree temperature on Monday morning was not altogether disappointing. After the freezer we were in for the last week, it was refreshing to be able to go outside without the three or four layers of winter clothing.
I want to say good for you, Cory Overton. The only thing you left out was that people in the city shouldn’t hold office in the county.
I am a lifelong hunter, angler, veteran, 40-year resident of Colorado and a lifetime member of Backcountry Hunters and Anglers.
I’m having a hard time getting my mind around the fact that it’s 2017 and the start of my fifth session in the Colorado House of Representatives. Thank you for the opportunity. It looks like we are off to the usual (but more so) confusing, intense and sometimes exasperating start. There are more interesting meetings and social events than time on the calendar, more bills than time to read, and endless mind bending hours in the Joint Budget Committee.
The execution by hanging of EJ Farmer for the murder of Joe Jones (former Routt County sheriff and long time cattle rancher) and his employee Earl Hopkins in early 1931 was one of the last scenes of a fading form of frontier justice. Yet, his trial, appeals and death in just 15 short months offers us a picture of a system of justice that was fair, yet strangely efficient.
Numerous people have provided guest editorials opposing the city allowing the recreational sale of marijuana. All of the reasons advanced for opposing the recreational sale of marijuana are illogical.
The fix-it parent often unknowingly sends the message that children cannot handle the challenges in front of them. As a result, they never get to know what it feels like to succeed.