COLORADO NUT COMPANY ~ A JADED HISTORY as told by Billy Roos this past autumn (Sept. 2015) while sipping bloody beers at the Rocky Flats Lounge
Belgrano keeper Brian Leandro Olivera made a terrific blunder. He scooped up a loose ball in the box and went to clear it downfield, except he punted in the ball directly into the back of a Juventud player. The ball bounced right to the attacker’s feet for a golden chance to extend Juventud’s lead, with the goal unattended.
But then, what is this? What is this furry blur darting across the pitch? Who is this shadowy hero patrolling the goal mouth? Could it be, A DOGGY?
Peter Lev’s Alta report did spur up great snow memories. Names of runs I hadn’t thought of in a zillion years, some I didn’t remember, some probably named years after my time there. Lucky the year I was there we didn’t have undue avalanche activity, except the usual. Superior did close the road for a few days, but I think that’s not unusual. The shot of the car upside down on the Alta lodge roof reminded me of a “not so tragic” car incident.
My first car was a 1941 Cadillac which was my dads he gave to me. The first thing I did was pull the back seat out and cut the cross braces so I could put a mattress down and carry my boards inside —– my first RV 🙂 I packed three friends and their gear in and off we drove to Utah for a winter of work and skiing at Alta. Getting there is another story saved for a margarita or 3! Once there and settled, I didn’t even think about, worry about, until probably sometime in March. The car was gone, were the hell did I park it —— it was buried under 10′ of snow. As you can imagine, it took a lot of probing, days of digging and days of trying to start it. Lucky cars built in those days were tough simple and resilient!
In No Bad Waves, published by Patagonia, Mickey Muñoz weaves the story of a California waterman.
Assistant Spiritual Director
Thank you Dick Dorworth
“The great enemy of truth is very often not the lie — deliberate, contrived and dishonest — but the myth — persistent, persuasive and unrealistic.” John Kennedy
A quote from Thompson’s classic impressionistic/gonzo cover of the 72 campaign in which George McGovern, unfortunately, lost in a landslide to everyone’s favorite person to hate, Richard Nixon
When you vote for President today you’re talking about giving a man dictatorial power for four years. I think it might be better to have the real business of the presidency conducted by a City Manager-type, a Prime Minister, somebody who’s directly answerable to Congress, rather than a person who moves all his friends into the White House and does whatever he wants for four years. The whole framework of the presidency is getting out of hand. It’s come to the point where you almost can’t run unless you can cause people to salivate and whip on each other with big sticks. You almost have to be a rock star to get the kind of fever you need to survive in American politics. Hunter S. Thompson
Here’s the surprising answer of a 6-year-old child.
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.
I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.
As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.
The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.
The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that dogs’ lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ”I know why.”
Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.
He said, ”People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The six-year-old continued,
”Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.”
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
• When your loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
• Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
• Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
• Take naps.
• Stretch before rising.
• Run, romp, and play daily.
• Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
• Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
• On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
• On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
• When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
• Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
• Be faithful.
• Never pretend to be something you’re not.
• If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
• When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
That’s the secret of happiness that we can learn from a good dog.