Juan Herrera was our neighbor when we lived in the old Smokey Bear house on West Coronado Road.
Snowbound skeletons and Donner Party phantoms feel closer in the whiteout of a blizzard
Denver has always struggled just a little bit to define itself, wavering like the weather between being a cowboy kingdom, a pioneer paradise, some sort of alpine L.A., a mellower Boston or an open-minded Arizona with better sports teams and real snow. For me, Colorado has always been that place where people from everywhere else … Continued
My father, Glenn Kray left this world on September 20, at home, surrounded by his loving family. But the good life he lived will continue to resonate in all of us that he leaves behind. For those of you who never met him, I would like you to know he was a good man. My … Continued
Basketball players have a saying: You miss every shot you don’t take. The same could be said of road trips. In college, I missed out on a trip to ski New England’s legendary Tuckerman Ravine with three other guys named Pete. I think I stuck around campus for some memorably unmemorable barbecue or keg party, … Continued
I grew up on the writing of Jack London, Beryl Markham, Mark Twain, James Fenimore Cooper, J.R.R. Tolkien, Zora Neale Hurston and Louis L’Amour. For a kid in Colorado, the worlds of White Fang, Huck Finn, West with the Night, the Sacketts and even Middle Earth were easily imagined, and more easily accessed just by heading up … Continued