Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Tonight is New Years Eve, and in honor of this occasion, I am posting a photograph of my mother (on the left) and her cousin Marie (on the right), taken at a New Years Eve party many years ago in the basement of Marie's home in Evergreen Park, Illinois. Marie was quite the live wire, as you can probably tell from this photograph. Incidentally, Evergreen Park is the hometown of Ted Kaczynski, the Unibomber, who is currently residing at "SuperMax" here in beautiful Colorado. My personal opinion is that growing up in Evergreen Park, Illinois could make a Unibomber out of anyone, but what do I know?
Monday, December 30, 2013
I got together Sunday morning with some of the old DU Bookstore gang to celebrate my getting a new job with a Denver bookstore, which I will be starting this Friday. In the photograph above (from left to right) are Jim, Tristy, Chris, Linda, and Darrel. Tristy was the DU Bookstore's Director for 15 years, Darrel was the Bookstore's Accounts Payable Supervisor, and Chris was the Accounting Assistant for the store. Thanks for the breakfast, everyone! I'll keep you posted on my rapid rise through the ranks of my new company.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
I was supposed to work all day yesterday, but my supervisor double-scheduled two of us, and so I got to take the rest of the day off after working only two 2 hours. That meant that when sunset came, instead of being surrounded by coyotes, wolves, and mountain lions in the darkest wilds of Highlands Ranch, Colorado, I was actually surrounded by sidewalks, streetlamps, tall buildings, and the bright lights of Denver. Is that a great thing or what? Those beasts will have to make due with an alternative supper, at least until Monday.
Saturday, December 28, 2013
The photograph to the left was taken by my friend Valarie upon arriving in India this week to attend a wedding in Madikeri and then do some sightseeing with her daughter Cheyanne. Although Valarie has posted some photographs on her Facebook page, she has not yet included any text, and so we have no update on how her trip is going. Yesterday (Friday) was the actual day of the wedding. I am told that Indian wedding celebrations can last for days - if not weeks - on end, and so we might not hear from Valarie for a while. I just hope nobody gets trampled by one of the elephants, which I assume are a part of every wedding ceremony there.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Valarie, my friend and the former Operations Manager of the DU Bookstore, left last Saturday for India, where she will meet up with her daughter Cheyanne, a Peace Corps Volunteer in Mozambique. They will attend a wedding in Madikeri and then tour the country. Cheyanne and her friend Jamie were going to arrive in India a week early and stay with a friend at a brewpub in Mumbai. Does that girl live a charmed life, or what? In any case, Valarie posted several photos on her Facebook Page, although she didn't include any text. I assume the photograph to the left is of the Tuk Tuk Taxi they took from the airport, taken in front of their hotel in Bangalore. Hope you brought your hard hats, guys!
Thursday, December 26, 2013
My friend Stuart and I celebrated Christmas yesterday afternoon at my condo here in Denver. After working 12 or 13 hours a day this past week, I did not have time to put up a tree or any decorations, but Stuart didn't seem to mind - perhaps because he is Jewish. Instead of turkey, we had rib-eye steaks and lots of Old Jubilation Ale, which I believe is a traditional Jewish meal on Christmas Day - and if it's not, it should be. Merry Christmas Everyone!
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Merry Christmas To One And All! In honor of this joyful day, I am featuring the photograph I would have used on my Christmas card this year if I was able to send them out. Unfortunately, having to work 12 to 13 hours a day every day this month without a lunch or a break (and I am STILL not complaining), that was not possible. Regardless, I hope everyone has a great holiday and wonderful New Year!
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Today is Christmas Eve, and in honor of that, I am featuring a photograph of my sister Susan and brother-in-law George from a Christmas Eve long past. Back then, we went through all the stress and hassle of celebrating the holidays on the actual holiday. That is such old style, 20th Century era thinking. This year we celebrated Thanksgiving on the Sunday afterwards, and we will celebrate Christmas on New Years Day. That means I can take advantage of all those post-Christmas sale events. A cheapskate's dream! Talk about win-win!
Monday, December 23, 2013
I stopped off at The Pioneer, a popular University of Denver hangout very close to campus, for a couple of Titan IPAs Saturday night after still another 13 hour day without lunch or break (but I am still NOT complaining). As I was leaving, I ran into my good friend and former DU Bookstore colleague Dee. Dee is still working full time for The Spirituals Project at DU and is doing very well. Plus, she is always up for a photograph, God bless her. She once was even interviewed by PBS television about the Spirituals Project. Be sure to check out the Spirituals Project's website at http://spiritualsproject.org/.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Yesterday was the Winter Solstice, the shortest day of the year. It was - and I guess still is - a very popular holiday with Druids, such as Doug, my friend and former colleague at the DU Bookstore. It gets very dark very early here this time of year, especially in Highlands Ranch, where lately I have been working at a "part-time" job 12 or 13 hours a day. Once the sun sets, the temperature quickly drops 30 or 40 degrees. As you are working, you can often glance up and see a dozen glowing red eyes in the distance, watching your every move. Then you pick up the pace, hop in your truck, move on to the next stop, and let the coyotes or wolves find another victim. But starting today the days are getting longer, which means less of a chance of being eaten. No wonder those Druids celebrate the Winter Solstice with such gusto!
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
I was offered the position of Bookkeeper yesterday with an Independent Bookstore here in Denver. I have given notice at my current "part-time" job and have only two weeks left to avoid being eaten by coyotes, wolves, werewolves or whatever they are that hang out at The Back Country subdivision after sunset. And don't get me wrong - I am not saying that Highlands Ranch, Colorado is a bad place to live in at all, as long as you have a rifle handy at all times.
I took the above photograph of a tiger cub last week at the Denver Zoo. I walked up to the glass, and the cub immediately ran up to the window to check me out. Within seconds, you could tell it was thinking to itself "borrrrring," and went back to romping with it's brother. As they played together and growled a bit, I was reminded of Forest Park, Illinois, home of my first apartment - a studio right across the street from the Daisy Hill Meat Packing Plant and a Chicago "L" train barn. Forest Park has a lot of cemeteries, and it is famous for having more dead residents than live ones. Woodlawn Cemetery is where the 61 victims of the Hammond Circus Train Wreck are buried. The names of many of the victims were unknown, and so the headstones say things like "Smiley the Clown" or "Greta the Fat Lady." Many animals were killed in that disaster, too, and it is said that some nights you can hear the ghosts of these animals growling, roaring, or otherwise making their presence known. Cynics say it is simply the sounds of the animals from Brookfield Zoo, located 5 or 6 miles to the south, heard when the wind is just right. I hate cynics - don't you?
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
I went to the Denver Zoo last week and was surprised to see that the two lion cubs in the photograph above were not only outdoors, but having a good time frolicking in the snow. I assume that since they were born here and have lived nowhere else, they don't know they aren't supposed to like the cold, kind of like North Dakotans. And I still say it's a shame that the zoo won't let these cuddly cubs loose to frolic with zoo visitors. That would really enliven each evening's Zoo Lights event.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
I have mentioned in previous Blogs the dangers of being in Highlands Ranch, Colorado after dark, and now I have proof. A week ago yesterday I ran into an elderly gentleman with a cane who was caught after sunset in the open spaces in below zero temperatures. He was completely disoriented and didn't know where he was (that happens to me all the time out there, by the way). Then, this past Saturday , I was working in the Highland's Ranch subdivision called "The Back Country" when I spotted a coyote by the side of the road, near the entrance to an open space trail. At least I think it was a coyote - it could have been a wolf or even Satan disguised in animal form. It was evidently just waiting for some Highland's Ranch resident to come along and provide dinner. In short, it is definitely scary out there, people. I don't know about you,but I am starting to wear wreaths of garlic after sunset.
Monday, December 16, 2013
I ordered a couple of pizzas yesterday afternoon from Kaos, a pizzeria and beer garden on South Pearl Street here in Denver, and brought them up to Fort Collins to share with my sister Susan and brother-in-law George. I took the above candid photograph of my sister Susan right before dinner. Susan is my closest living relative, and despite the fact that she tried to kill me numerous times when we were young, I did indeed survive. We both share the special experience of growing up together with our mother and father in the South Side Chicago neighborhood of Brainerd. The important thing is that Susan did indeed fail to kill me, and therefore she and my brother-in-law George and I can all celebrate the holidays together. This is definitely a win-win situation. A truly magical time, indeed.
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Yes, still another self-portrait, this one showing me deep in thought at the Denver Zoo, wondering what photographs to put on my Blog this coming week. For the next 8 out of 9 days, I will be working 12 hours a day without lunch or breaks at my "part-time" job (and yes, it is legal - I checked), and I need to put together 7 photographs that can quickly be uploaded to my Blog each night before I collapse in exhaustion. But I am not complaining! I have lost 25 pounds in 5 months and am now slim and trim and much more youthful. I should be paying them!
Saturday, December 14, 2013
I had dinner and beers Thursday night with my friend Stuart (see photograph above) at Boone's Tavern. Boon's is our new South Central Denver hangout since Jordan's Irish Pub went belly up. In any case, I was surprised to see that Stuart ordered a salad instead of a burger, telling me that he is trying to lose weight. Last night I ran into Chad, the head tech guy at the University of Denver, and he told me he has lost 40 pounds via a lifestyle change. I myself have lost 25 pounds, thanks to my physically challenging part-time job. America - or at least Denver - is getting thinner, people. Watch out world!
Friday, December 13, 2013
I had lunch yesterday afternoon at the Deli Zone with my former DU Bookstore colleagues Darrel, Cheryl, and Chris (from left to right in the photograph above). They all agreed to let me take a photograph of the three of them together, but when I suggested taking individual photographs of each of them to feature on this Blog they drew the line. Darn - there goes three days worth of Blog postings in a single day. Now I'll have to go back to that cold zoo and get those freezing animals to pose for me again.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
I had a very good day yesterday. I didn't have to work, and so this afternoon I went to the Denver Zoo and took some great photographs. Afterwards, I drove downtown to Denver's Paramount Cafe, where I had a couple of Isolation Ales at happy hour prices. In other words, I was in a great mood, which made it all the more surprising when Thomas, the fellow sitting next to me at the bar (see photograph above), introduced himself and in a heavy accent told me to never stop believing in myself. Thomas said he was from Portugal, although I suspect he or his parents might have originally come from either Angola or Mozambique, where Cheyanne (see previous posts) is a Peace Corps volunteer. Talk about a small world! I am not a religious person, but is it possible that Thomas was delivering a message from God? If so, I am glad to see that messengers from God also enjoy a few beers now and then.
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
It's the holidays, and that means the season for large family dinners. Many years ago, in the Southside Chicago neighborhood of Brainerd, my mother and father (seen in the photographs above back in 1957) would cook all the holiday dinners, attended by myself, my sister Susan, my grandparents from both sides of the family, and other assorted relatives. When we had turkey, my father would roast it in the oven and my mother's mother would make her famous sausage dressing. My sister recently remarked this past Thanksgiving Day that it all seemed so effortless - effortless until you grow up and have to do all the work yourself. Surprise!
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
I had lunch in the Highlands neighborhood of Denver yesterday afternoon with Valarie, my friend and the former Operations Manager of the DU Bookstore. In less than two weeks Valarie will be flying to India to meet up with her daughter Cheyanne, a Peace Corps volunteer in Mozambique. They will attend a wedding in Madikeri and then tour the rest of the country. I offered to put together an itinerary of non-stop sightseeing for them, but Valarie insists they want more of a relaxed schedule. Go figure. You can relax when you're dead has always been my philosophy. Have a great time in India, Valarie!
Sunday, December 8, 2013
I was working in the far southwest suburbs of Denver yesterday and was quite impressed with the view of the mountains from there. I took the above photograph from a subdivision called Chatfield Farms. The scenery almost made me forget that it was 9 degrees outside. Almost. But I definitely couldn't forget that it was only two and a half hours from sunset and the "dark hours when the powers of evil are exalted," and when your chances of surviving in those harsh elements are considerably reduced. I had visions of being weakened by hypothermia and suddenly surrounded by wolves, worrying that no one would find what was left of my body until spring. Happily that didn't happen - at least this time - and I decided that I will definitely not be moving to Chatfield Farms.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
I was going to have lunch this past Thursday with Darrel and Chris - former DU Bookstore Accounting Office employees who now work at the University of Denver's Math and Chemistry Department - but had to cancel when I was unexpectedly called into work. I was planning to drop into the Math and Chemistry Office yesterday to take a Blog photograph of Darrel, but was told that he had visited the Kaiser dermatologist that morning she had gone "zap happy on my face." Darrel suggested putting off the Blog photograph until next Thursday. I told him that my Blog readers loved to see gritty reality-type photographs, but I couldn't convince him to let me photograph the gory details. Instead I am using a photograph taken of Darrel from my international bestselling book, "The Book on the DU Bookstore." Check out the Bookstore's entire motley crew from back in our halcyon days at http://www.blurb.com/b/1230340-the-book-on-the-du-bookstore.
Friday, December 6, 2013
It was 15 below zero yesterday morning here in Denver, tying the record low for that date. It was 14 below zero this A.M. When I get up in the morning and see the steam coming from the Excel Power Plant just to the west of here (see photograph above), I know it will be a very chilly day. As regular Blog readers know, I have a part-time job working outside these days in Highlands Ranch, Colorado, and so the weather has suddenly become a major factor in my life. In any case, yesterday I wore every bit of my $48.61 purchase of thermal underwear, woolen socks, and stocking cap to try and stay warm. As a result, I survived the day. Survival is good - very good indeed. On the other hand, Miami Beach is better.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
It reached a high of ten degrees above zero in Denver Wednesday, and I was scheduled to work outside the entire day in lovely Highlands Ranch, Colorado. I was forced to make a major financial decision - should I buy thermal underwear, woolen socks, and a stocking cap for $48.61 or risk dying from hypothermia? I was reminded of that old skit with Jack Benny, where he is accosted by a thief who tells him "Your money or your life." After he hesitates and the thief prods him, Benny replies "I'm thinking, I'm thinking." In the end, I decided opt for survival and pay the $48.61 to my good friends at Target. I could only afford one pair, and so I will make sure I wash the long-johns at least once a month. Hopefully it will warm up soon. I hate it when your co-workers know when you are approaching just by your smell.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Fort Collins, Colorado is all decorated for the holidays. I took a walk through Old Town Sunday afternoon and the streets were packed with cheerful shoppers. The atmosphere was very festive and jolly, as opposed to Highlands Ranch, a suburb South of Denver, where as I have said before, I have definitely felt the presence of The Devil. Some people tell me they think the only reason I am saying these things about Highlands Ranch is because I have to work there - outside in the cold and often at night. That is definitely not the case. After reading a number of Steven King novels, I have become an expert at this kind of thing. I am even thinking of becoming a part-time Exorcist. That's where the bucks are, I hear.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
I went up to Fort Collins to have dinner with my sister Susan and brother-in-law George this past Sunday afternoon. They have two dogs - Tutu (in the photograph on the left) and Blackberry, on the right. Susan and George treat them like their children and cater to their every whim. They have often suggested that I need to get a dog, too, but I just can't take on the additional expense. Not the cost of feeding a dog, but all those other expenses that Susan and George wound up having to pay, such as having to replace their ruined carpet, veterinary bills, hundreds and hundreds of doggie toys, doggie bonnets, doggie clothing, etc.etc. In other words, not only am I a cheapskate, I am also half-way sane.
Monday, December 2, 2013
I went up to Fort Collins yesterday afternoon to have Thanksgiving dinner with my sister Susan and brother-in-law George. And yes, I know Thanksgiving was last Thursday, but that was just too soon for Susan and George, and so they postponed it until Sunday. As I recall, they also postponed Christmas one year, too. When you think about it, it makes a lot of sense. Why stress yourself out of your mind trying to get everything done in time when you can just relax and choose a date that works best for you? They have me convinced. I just wonder where the Pope stands on this issue. I'll have to give him a call this week and find out what he thinks about this (I hear he's that kind of guy). I'll let you know what he says.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Today is December 1st, which means it is now officially the 2013 Christmas season. People are crowding the malls, duking it out with fellow shoppers for those Black Friday specials, and generally getting more frantic by the day. For me, Christmas was the most fun when I was a kid, like in the photograph above of my mother, myself, and my dog Irma during the Christmas of 1963. The photograph was taken by my father on Christmas Day in the living room of our house in the South Side Chicago neighborhood of Brainerd. Today I feel that Christmas is not about presents, but all about getting together with friends and family on Christmas Day, feeding them some nice road kill turkey, and enjoying their company. The photograph on the left shows my mother and myself just before one such celebration, taken a few years before she passed away. Togetherness is far more important than giving and receiving gifts. And with that said, I am out of work for the first time in 32 years, and therefore, as my mother used to say, "It is going to be a slim Christmas everyone!"
Saturday, November 30, 2013
I worked from 8:00 in the morning until 8:30 at night yesterday at my part-time job in Highlands Ranch, Colorado - a suburb just south of Denver. I must admit that the views of the mountains from there are very nice. During the daytime, Highlands Ranch seems very pleasant. However, after the sun sets, it becomes a very cold, very dark, and very lonely place. Not to put too fine a point to it, but I sense the presence of The Devil there - an indescribable feeling of total evil. I am very sensitive to things like this these days, since lately I have been reading Steven King's novel The Stand. In any case, if I were a Highlands Ranch resident, I would definitely bring this issue up at the next city council meeting. Perhaps they could establish a Department of Exorcism or something. In the meantime, I would strongly suggest that you don't go outside after sunset , Highlands Ranch people!
Friday, November 29, 2013
My sister Susan and brother-in-law George decided for the second year in a row to postpone their Thanksgiving dinner, and therefore I spent Thanksgiving Day feasting on a Hungry Man Turkey TV dinner, which is what the title character in the Woody Allen film Broadway Danny Rose used to feed his clients every Thanksgiving. On the bright side, I got to take a long walk this afternoon in Denver's Washington Park. The weather was sunny and positively balmy for late November, and so it turned out to be a very pleasant day. Plus, I found a huge road kill turkey on the way home that I will be able to serve my guests Christmas Day. Talk about win win!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
In celebration of the Thanksgiving Holiday, I am posting a photograph of a long ago Thanksgiving Day in the South Side Chicago neighborhood of Brainerd, back when I was at my most charming best. In the photograph above, from left to right are Aunt Kitty (my maternal grandfather's sister), my mother Mary, my maternal grandmother Louise, my paternal grandmother Fleta, and Moi! In the cage in the background is our pet parakeet Petey, which by coincidence was also the nickname of my ex-wife Lisa. I wonder what Freud would have thought about that? It truly boggles the mind.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
The last we heard from Cheyanne - a Peace Corps Volunteer in Mozambique and the daughter of my friend and former DU Bookstore Operations Manager Valarie - she and her roommate Theresa were dancing the night away celebrating Teacher's Day at their college. Her students presented an award to her that day and also performed traditional dances as part of the festivities (see photograph above). That was back on October 16th. Since then there have been no updates on her Blog, so I assume they must still be partying. They don't call it "The Party Corps" for nothing. Be sure to check out Cheyanne's Blog at www.timeinmozambique.blogspot.com.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
My classic 1987 Honda Civic broke down Saturday afternoon, and so I have been car-less the past few days. I still had to run some errands Sunday, so I wound up walking to the bank and then the post office. This gave me a chance to walk past Jordan's Irish Pub in order to see if they really did close their doors, or if they were just lying to me. If I walked past and saw that it was business as usual, I would be pretty pissed. In any case, the place was indeed closed, and all the fixtures had been removed. I then took the above photograph of the alley right next door. I figured it was more artistic than a photograph of an empty storefront. I am after all an artiste and have a reputation to maintain.
Monday, November 25, 2013
I stopped by Boone's Tavern Sunday night to see if Jen - the bartender from the late lamented Jordan's Irish Pub - had started working there yet. Evidently she has the weekends off, and just how she arranged that I don't know. In any case, the Denver Broncos game was on the television, and the place was pretty lively, so I stayed to watch a little bit of the game. Boone's Tavern, by the way, is named after the politically incorrect former mascot of the University of Denver, a Daniel Boone type of cartoon character created by Walt Disney, which DU feels is an affront to women, Native Americans, and the free world in general. He didn't seem to offend the crowd here, though. Maybe all the politically incorrect people just like to hang out together. In any case, the Broncos were up 24 to 0 over New England at the end of the first half, so I left knowing that victory was at hand. And the final result - New England 34, Broncos 31. Wait until next year guys!
Sunday, November 24, 2013
As regular Blog readers know, I was laid off by the University of Denver Bookstore (now run by the Follett Higher Education Group) this past May, and have been working at a part-time job the past 4 months. It is outdoor work, and lately it has been very cold here in Colorado, especially after the sun sets. I went to Wal-Mart the day before yesterday to buy long underwear, but no matter what the display boxes were marked, they only had extra large sizes in stock. No reason to question that - they are retailing geniuses, after all. When you get right down to it, I think they are making a statement about America. Oh well, back into the cold...
Saturday, November 23, 2013
My friend and former DU Bookstore colleague Wally and I decided to stop by the Crimson and Gold Tavern Friday night, since our regular Friday night watering hole - Jordan's Irish Pub - closed its doors last week. Both Wally and I agreed that the music was a little loud, not to mention a little strange. I asked the waitress if they could put on a little Frank Sinatra, but was informed that the customers choose the music on what I would call a 21st Century jukebox. I checked it out, but there was no Frank Sinatra to select. Go figure. Do you guys have any Dean Martin instead?
Friday, November 22, 2013
I drove to the strange and exotic Denver suburb of Lakewood, Colorado yesterday evening to have burgers and beers with my friend Stuart. Stuart seems to think that Lakewood is the new Paris. And does that mean the industrial suburb of Commerce City is the new London? Nevertheless, the Teller Taproom and Kitchen was hopping last night. I don't know if that is because the place is so wonderful, or because it is one of the very few places to hang out in on a Thursday night in Lakewood. Perhaps Lakewood should think about building a tall iron tower with an observation deck on top. It sure couldn't hurt.
Thursday, November 21, 2013
I am currently reading Stephen King's horror novel "The Stand." It was recommended to me by my friend Valarie, the former Operations Manager of the DU Bookstore. She tells me it is King's scariest novel. So far, I find it far more depressing than scary. The government accidentally releases a biological weapon into the atmosphere and kills off most of the world's population. The survivors in the United States form into two groups. The forces for good gather in Boulder, Colorado (Yes! Boulder!), while the followers of Satan gather in Las Vegas, Nevada (now that I can understand). The two are evidently going to have the ultimate showdown. I was very surprised to find that King describes Boulder like a native. After researching this on the internet, I found out that he and his family lived in Boulder for a year while he wrote The Shining. After they moved back to Maine, his next novel was The Stand. I just hope reading this book doesn't have a bad effect on me. I would hate to be driven stark raving mad - again.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
I took the above photograph of Denver's iconic Daniels and Fischer Tower - a famous reminder of Denver's past - last Sunday evening as I was driving home from downtown. The Denver Broncos were playing at Mile High Stadium that evening, and everybody was getting an early start on the party. Denver is now a much livelier city than when I first moved here 32 years ago. And I give credit where credit is due: once all those millions upon millions of Californians who started moving here in the 1990s took a look at Glendale - a suburb surrounded by the city of Denver and the so-called nightclub district at the time - things began to change quickly. Glendale fell out of favor and Lower Downtown ("LoDo") was born. Now Glendale is hoping to reinvent itself by building an entertainment oriented Riverwalk along Cherry Creek, the center-point of which will be a strip club called Shotgun Willies. As I understand it, once the Riverwalk is built there are plans to rename the strip club "The Glendale Center for the Performing Arts." Good luck with that, guys.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
The Denver Art Museum is currently hosting an exhibition called "Passport to Paris," a showing of impressionist paintings from the collections of the Denver Art Museum and philanthropist Frederick C. Hamilton. People are flocking to the museum to see it. One of my Christmas gifts to my sister Susan and brother-in-law George this year will be tickets to the exhibition, hopefully on New Year's Eve or Day. I remember years ago the three of us - along with my mother Mary - went to a similar exhibition of impressionist paintings at the DAM. One of the featured paintings then was Renoir's "Luncheon of the Boating Party." I still remember my sister Susan remarking that she thought the paintings on her Renoir calendar seemed much more vibrant to her than the originals. Wow! Talk about insight! Good old Frederick C. Hamilton could have saved millions just by going onto www.calendars.com. Where was the internet when he needed it?
Monday, November 18, 2013
I stopped by Jordan's Irish Pub, located just kitty-corner from the University of Denver, last night for their last day of business. As usual, the place was packed, but that didn't matter. Like the Tattered Cover Bookstore's location in Cherry Creek, the landlord demanded such an exorbitant amount of rent that they have been forced to close - a sad day indeed. And since it was their last day of operation, Jen - the bartender who has been a fixture at the place for years - agreed to pose for the Blog photograph above. Starting tomorrow, she will be working at Boone's Tavern, located about a mile to the west and named after the politically incorrect former mascot of the University of Denver - no doubt a true outlaw bar. Good luck Jen! See you there!
Sunday, November 17, 2013
I went biking the other day through Washington Park here in Denver, and even in November the place is filled with geese. They evidently recognize the good life when they see it, and now stick around year round. Although starting in Victorian times turkey became the traditional Christmas meal, before then it was the Christmas goose. There were even "Goose Clubs" that were formed to allow working class people to buy a goose for the holiday over time. No need for that here in Denver. You can just head over to Washington Park right before the holiday, pick one out, ring its neck, pluck a few feathers, and you've got a meal ready for the oven. This truly is the land of milk and honey. Bon appetit!
Saturday, November 16, 2013
I met my friend and former DU Bookstore colleague Wally for pizza and beer at Jordan's Irish Pub, just across from the University of Denver campus, yesterday evening. It will be the last time we get together there, since the place will be closing down after this Sunday. Like the Tattered Cover Bookstore in the Cherry Creek neighborhood here in Denver, the landlord raised the rent so high that the place can no longer survive in its current location. I suggested to Wally that he ask his wife Linda for the checkbook tonight, so we could make an offer for the place and save it, but she was evidently too wily for this idea and refused. What a bummer! I was hoping Wally and Linda would be the money people and I would be the idea person, but it wasn't to be. Seems hardly fair.
Friday, November 15, 2013
Denver's climate is pretty nice in that there are days during the fall and winter when the temperature can often approach 70 degrees. Yesterday was such a day, and I spent it biking all over town. However, when we do have these days, it is usually followed by a sharp drop in temperatures and the arrival of snow. On those days, the last thing I want to do is bike, but there are still plenty of bicyclers out there, as well as an insanely large number of pedestrians wearing shorts. Shorts? Has California purposely shipped - and does it continue to ship - all its crazies to the State of Colorado? That would explain a lot.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
I took the above photograph of my mother and father in April of 1975, when we traveled to Stuart, Florida to visit my aunt and uncle and for my parents to see if they wanted to retire there. In point of fact, they loved the place, and bought a condo there the very next year. The scary thing is that my father at the time was just a little over 6 years older than I am now, and my mother was actually several years younger. In other words, how in the hell did I get so old so quickly? It seems like just yesterday people were referring to me as "the kid." The fact that time goes quickly is definitely not a cliche.