heartwarming when you have the humility to acknowldege and respect our differences. Hearbreaking if we are stubborn and hardheaded about something that hurts us. Heart attack when we continue to expect something to change when they do not, and we dont want to change our attitude.
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Your daughter's a smart cookie, DotD. 
Yesterday morning as I was transferring from the bus to the Metro, I saw a US Air shuttle flight cruising low over the Pentagon, preparing to land at National Airport. "Hunh," I said to myself, because they usually fly a little farther east, over the Potomac.
Then coming home, as I was transferring from the Metro to the bus, the same thing happened -- a US Air shuttle flight was cruising in for a landing at National, over the highway next to the Pentagon instead of over the Potomac. "Hunh," I said again, and wondered if it were a sign -- and if so, what sort of sign. The planes didn't crash. They weren't leaving DC, they were landing (probably from New York, but maybe from Boston). They were just...landing. In DC.
Then I thought maybe I should just try to get more sleep, and quit looking for signs in planes flying in and out of National....
Yesterday morning as I was transferring from the bus to the Metro, I saw a US Air shuttle flight cruising low over the Pentagon, preparing to land at National Airport. "Hunh," I said to myself, because they usually fly a little farther east, over the Potomac.
Then coming home, as I was transferring from the Metro to the bus, the same thing happened -- a US Air shuttle flight was cruising in for a landing at National, over the highway next to the Pentagon instead of over the Potomac. "Hunh," I said again, and wondered if it were a sign -- and if so, what sort of sign. The planes didn't crash. They weren't leaving DC, they were landing (probably from New York, but maybe from Boston). They were just...landing. In DC.
Then I thought maybe I should just try to get more sleep, and quit looking for signs in planes flying in and out of National....
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The Legend of Saildog and Hot Dog
By Steve Gibbs
I'm not sure how many people remember Ed Kissinger. He was the old guy who passed out time slips for years at NHRA National Events. Everybody called him "Santa Claus" because of the bitchin' full snow-white beard he sported. He was a fixture at the races for many years, and took the time slip job real seriously. You could call him up years after a race, and get a time slip that you might have forgotten.
Anyway, Ed and his wife Georgia would always have dogs with them at the track. The dogs were always the ugly little hairless miniatures, not much bigger than a big rat, and were all named "Duchess." One particular day -- early ‘70s at Englishtown, Pete Kalb was towing his TF car past the time slip booth and one of the dogs ran under the rear slick. It doesn't take much imagination to figure out the results... the dog looked like it came out of a cartoon. It could have been used as a feeler gauge.
Not accepting reality, the old man carried the dog over to "Doc" Leroy Hales to see what could be done. "Doc" basically said, "She's dead, Ed," and suggested he find a pizza box to bury it in. The grief stricken Ol' Santa took the dog over to the dirt bank adjacent to the Raceway Park return road, and gently laid the mutt to rest.
The next day, when Kissinger returned to the track, some hard-ass New Jersey cop was inspecting trunks and found a couple of six packs that were there to ease the pain. The cop confiscated the beer, and threatened to put the old man in jail! That did it, by God! No dog of his was going to spend eternity in this f@*%#@ state -- so he dug her up! He packed the dog in a Tupperware container, iced her down, and took her home to Louisiana.
A couple of months later, at Indy, disaster struck again. A replacement "Duchess" was left in the car too long on a 100 degree day. Another dog belly up! Once again, Ed carried the obviously expired animal to the medics for help. I'll never forget the call I got over the radio from "Diamond Jim" Annin, who was running the Safety Safari at that time. "Hook"... I've seen it all now -- we're running cars down the track, on fire, at 200 miles per hour.... and I've got an ambulance attendant over here giving mouth to mouth to a dead dog!" Another Tupperware cargo to Shreveport.
The old man has been gone for many years now, and I've often wondered if they made Tupperware containers in his size.
Of course, we forever more have referred to this as "The Legend of Saildog and Hot Dog."
By Steve Gibbs
I'm not sure how many people remember Ed Kissinger. He was the old guy who passed out time slips for years at NHRA National Events. Everybody called him "Santa Claus" because of the bitchin' full snow-white beard he sported. He was a fixture at the races for many years, and took the time slip job real seriously. You could call him up years after a race, and get a time slip that you might have forgotten.
Anyway, Ed and his wife Georgia would always have dogs with them at the track. The dogs were always the ugly little hairless miniatures, not much bigger than a big rat, and were all named "Duchess." One particular day -- early ‘70s at Englishtown, Pete Kalb was towing his TF car past the time slip booth and one of the dogs ran under the rear slick. It doesn't take much imagination to figure out the results... the dog looked like it came out of a cartoon. It could have been used as a feeler gauge.
Not accepting reality, the old man carried the dog over to "Doc" Leroy Hales to see what could be done. "Doc" basically said, "She's dead, Ed," and suggested he find a pizza box to bury it in. The grief stricken Ol' Santa took the dog over to the dirt bank adjacent to the Raceway Park return road, and gently laid the mutt to rest.
The next day, when Kissinger returned to the track, some hard-ass New Jersey cop was inspecting trunks and found a couple of six packs that were there to ease the pain. The cop confiscated the beer, and threatened to put the old man in jail! That did it, by God! No dog of his was going to spend eternity in this f@*%#@ state -- so he dug her up! He packed the dog in a Tupperware container, iced her down, and took her home to Louisiana.
A couple of months later, at Indy, disaster struck again. A replacement "Duchess" was left in the car too long on a 100 degree day. Another dog belly up! Once again, Ed carried the obviously expired animal to the medics for help. I'll never forget the call I got over the radio from "Diamond Jim" Annin, who was running the Safety Safari at that time. "Hook"... I've seen it all now -- we're running cars down the track, on fire, at 200 miles per hour.... and I've got an ambulance attendant over here giving mouth to mouth to a dead dog!" Another Tupperware cargo to Shreveport.
The old man has been gone for many years now, and I've often wondered if they made Tupperware containers in his size.
Of course, we forever more have referred to this as "The Legend of Saildog and Hot Dog."
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I hear you. I have much of the same reaction. When I am down near the towers I am always looking around for.......... Did you know when planes are landing in rain they give off a 'steam' that looks like smoke. Yep, I called it into 911 a few times thinking they were crashing. I don't go near public mailboxes. I nolonger ride in the subway and if I get on a bus and there is old garbage bags left on a seat or under the seat I get off.aliantha wrote: Then I thought maybe I should just try to get more sleep, and quit looking for signs in planes flying in and out of National....
I also carry a radiation detector in my purse. sheeeesh
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What is Peanut Butter?
Peanut butter is not made of butter, but it sure is made of peanuts. In its most basic form, peanut butter is simply peanuts ground so fine that the result is a creamy paste (hence the "butter" reference). Commercial peanut butter contains peanuts, plus some fats, sugars, salt and stabilizers to avoid oil separation and enhance flavors. According the FDA's Standard of Identity, peanut butter must consist of at least 90 percent peanuts with no more than 10 percent by weight of seasoning (sugar, salt, hydrogenated oils, etc.) and stabilizing ingredients.
The nutritional composition of peanut butter depends on the ingredients used. Homemade peanut butter (recipe below) is high in protein and unsaturated fats. Almost 30% of homemade peanut butter's nutritional value is derived from protein. Peanuts themselves are also a good source of fiber, folate, vitamin E, copper and magnesium. Commercial peanut butter is undoubtedly less nutritious since it is made with added saturated fat and sugar.
Peanut butter is not made of butter, but it sure is made of peanuts. In its most basic form, peanut butter is simply peanuts ground so fine that the result is a creamy paste (hence the "butter" reference). Commercial peanut butter contains peanuts, plus some fats, sugars, salt and stabilizers to avoid oil separation and enhance flavors. According the FDA's Standard of Identity, peanut butter must consist of at least 90 percent peanuts with no more than 10 percent by weight of seasoning (sugar, salt, hydrogenated oils, etc.) and stabilizing ingredients.
The nutritional composition of peanut butter depends on the ingredients used. Homemade peanut butter (recipe below) is high in protein and unsaturated fats. Almost 30% of homemade peanut butter's nutritional value is derived from protein. Peanuts themselves are also a good source of fiber, folate, vitamin E, copper and magnesium. Commercial peanut butter is undoubtedly less nutritious since it is made with added saturated fat and sugar.
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My kiddo (5 y.o.) was a ring-bearer in a wedding yesterday! Could not really see him up where he was, but 2 days ago... he was standing there so solemn and serious during the rehearsal.
When we were going home from that rehearsal, he kept telling me how he was so happy he got to go, because it was the first time he got to see one of those sprinklers that twirls around.
When we were going home from that rehearsal, he kept telling me how he was so happy he got to go, because it was the first time he got to see one of those sprinklers that twirls around.
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"People without hope not only don't write novels, but what is more to the point, they don't read them.
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
They don't take long looks at anything, because they lack the courage.
The way to despair is to refuse to have any kind of experience, and the novel, of course, is a way to have experience."
-Flannery O'Connor
"In spite of much that militates against quietness there are people who still read books. They are the people who keep me going."
-Elisabeth Elliot, Preface, "A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael"
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Congrats to your kiddo, Linna!
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A cousin in Blissfield, Michigan., recently mailed me a package with a copy of a story in the weekly Advance about the 100th anniversary of Gilson Hardware.
My grandfather in 1910 purchased the store in a narrow, shotgun-style building on the main street of the small southern Michigan town, just across the state line from Toledo.
The newspaper was celebrating the store's place in the community - a gathering spot where folks drop in to pick up a furnace filter or catch up on news.
In its early days, Gilson Hardware was one of those wonderful stores with bins of bolts; a big roll of brown paper for wrapping purchases; a rolling ladder used by clerks to reach items on top shelves; and the distinctive smells of musty cardboard boxes, dusty metal and my grandpa's cigar.
Not long after he bought the store, my grandpa became a single parent of four children 7 and younger. My grandmother died during the influenza epidemic of 1918. Grandpa kept the family together and the store open, even through the Great Depression.
He died in the early 1970s, and my dad's younger brother took over the store - the same brother who, on the day my dad bought his first car, a Model T Ford, snatched it and drove it into a ditch.
Uncle Eddie was a prankster and a charmer. In his later years, he would drive around town in his truck and pick up folks to go get ice cream. At his funeral, the minister asked how many people had been on a Tastee Freeze run with Eddie; half the people in the room raised their hands.
In 1976, when parking in front of the store was eliminated, Eddie and his wife reluctantly moved the business to a modern building outside town, where it remains today.
In its 15,000 square feet, you can find most anything your hardware heart desires, stock up on hunting supplies or talk about the Friday high-school football game.
The old store became an antiques shop - where, on the wooden floor of the freight elevator, the initials "B.G." are carved.
That would be my dad, Bill Gilson. After serving in the South Pacific during World War II, he joined the hardware business, too. He married my mom, moved to Ohio and sold hardware for the Bostwick-Braun Co.
One of his best clients was Lehman's Hardware in Wayne County - which is worth visiting just for the wringer washers, lanterns and other goods bought by the Amish. At 55 years old, Lehman Brothers is a relative youngster.
During the open house marking the centennial of Gilson Hardware, my cousin and her husband passed out a staple: wooden yardsticks featuring the store name. Through the years, the sticks have measured the heights of hundreds of children in Blissfield.
I hope she saved a yardstick for me.
My grandfather in 1910 purchased the store in a narrow, shotgun-style building on the main street of the small southern Michigan town, just across the state line from Toledo.
The newspaper was celebrating the store's place in the community - a gathering spot where folks drop in to pick up a furnace filter or catch up on news.
In its early days, Gilson Hardware was one of those wonderful stores with bins of bolts; a big roll of brown paper for wrapping purchases; a rolling ladder used by clerks to reach items on top shelves; and the distinctive smells of musty cardboard boxes, dusty metal and my grandpa's cigar.
Not long after he bought the store, my grandpa became a single parent of four children 7 and younger. My grandmother died during the influenza epidemic of 1918. Grandpa kept the family together and the store open, even through the Great Depression.
He died in the early 1970s, and my dad's younger brother took over the store - the same brother who, on the day my dad bought his first car, a Model T Ford, snatched it and drove it into a ditch.
Uncle Eddie was a prankster and a charmer. In his later years, he would drive around town in his truck and pick up folks to go get ice cream. At his funeral, the minister asked how many people had been on a Tastee Freeze run with Eddie; half the people in the room raised their hands.
In 1976, when parking in front of the store was eliminated, Eddie and his wife reluctantly moved the business to a modern building outside town, where it remains today.
In its 15,000 square feet, you can find most anything your hardware heart desires, stock up on hunting supplies or talk about the Friday high-school football game.
The old store became an antiques shop - where, on the wooden floor of the freight elevator, the initials "B.G." are carved.
That would be my dad, Bill Gilson. After serving in the South Pacific during World War II, he joined the hardware business, too. He married my mom, moved to Ohio and sold hardware for the Bostwick-Braun Co.
One of his best clients was Lehman's Hardware in Wayne County - which is worth visiting just for the wringer washers, lanterns and other goods bought by the Amish. At 55 years old, Lehman Brothers is a relative youngster.
During the open house marking the centennial of Gilson Hardware, my cousin and her husband passed out a staple: wooden yardsticks featuring the store name. Through the years, the sticks have measured the heights of hundreds of children in Blissfield.
I hope she saved a yardstick for me.
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I was very amused yesterday when I opened up a document I wrote several years ago, dealing with the company's requirements for clients submitting certain things to us, and found the following line:
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I must have been reading the GAP and feeling impish....please keep the following in mind in order to ensure that conformity is reached by a mutual satisfaction of requirements.
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Sentence 26 is also somewhat awkward. A better translation would be, "But it doesn't require much cunning to guess the names from the characteristics and unavoidable expressions in the conversation."
(27) is also awkward, especially the phrase "but still can't prevent to reveal the secrets." A better translation would be "but still can't stop from revealing the secrets."
I found the last two paragraphs of the story the hardest. I think it's because they are long sentences, which I think was done intentionally, to show how the narrator is becoming more and more paranoid without really thinking things through. Because the sentences aren't simple it is much harder to translate them.
(27) is also awkward, especially the phrase "but still can't prevent to reveal the secrets." A better translation would be "but still can't stop from revealing the secrets."
I found the last two paragraphs of the story the hardest. I think it's because they are long sentences, which I think was done intentionally, to show how the narrator is becoming more and more paranoid without really thinking things through. Because the sentences aren't simple it is much harder to translate them.
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Going through my stepdad's memorabilia with my mom today we came across a couple of arrowheads. Whenever I see arrowheads I remember a painful incident.
I was with some friends 30 years ago and we went to visit some guy that one of the girls, Beth, had a major crush on. He took out an arrowhead that he had found in the American desert-- about 5 inches long, probably a spearhead actually, ancient, perfect, a museum piece. While Beth held it in her hands, admiring it, she dropped and broke it.
While the guy tried not to let it be a big deal, the pain and shock on his color-drained face was evident. This had to have been a treasured, once-in-a-lifetime possession. Poor Beth couldn't even look anyone in the face for an hour, she felt so horrible.
It still pains me to think about; I think it's almost a personal fable.
I was with some friends 30 years ago and we went to visit some guy that one of the girls, Beth, had a major crush on. He took out an arrowhead that he had found in the American desert-- about 5 inches long, probably a spearhead actually, ancient, perfect, a museum piece. While Beth held it in her hands, admiring it, she dropped and broke it.
While the guy tried not to let it be a big deal, the pain and shock on his color-drained face was evident. This had to have been a treasured, once-in-a-lifetime possession. Poor Beth couldn't even look anyone in the face for an hour, she felt so horrible.
It still pains me to think about; I think it's almost a personal fable.
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Brad set to return with new album "United We Stand"
Stone Gossard's long-running non-Pearl Jam project Brad is returning with a new studio album. The record, United We Stand, has been set for an April 24th release.
Here's the track list:
Miles Of Rope
Bound In Time
A Reason To Be In My Skin
Diamond Blues
The Only Way
Last Bastion
Make The Pain Go Away
Needle And Thread
Tea Bag
Through The Day
In addition to the new record, it's been announced that Razor & Tie will be re-issuing Brad's entire back catalogue in varying degrees of deluxeness.
There are currently only a handful of US west coast dates announced.
Stone Gossard's long-running non-Pearl Jam project Brad is returning with a new studio album. The record, United We Stand, has been set for an April 24th release.
Here's the track list:
Miles Of Rope
Bound In Time
A Reason To Be In My Skin
Diamond Blues
The Only Way
Last Bastion
Make The Pain Go Away
Needle And Thread
Tea Bag
Through The Day
In addition to the new record, it's been announced that Razor & Tie will be re-issuing Brad's entire back catalogue in varying degrees of deluxeness.
There are currently only a handful of US west coast dates announced.
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Yesterday, I met a man who is in the movie Men In Black 3.
Apparently he drives a car by, while J and K are standing on the street. He was a big guy with white hair and I was told you can actually see him. His name is Bob. So now you can wave Bob hello when he zips by.
Apparently he drives a car by, while J and K are standing on the street. He was a big guy with white hair and I was told you can actually see him. His name is Bob. So now you can wave Bob hello when he zips by.
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deer of the dawn wrote:Yesterday, I met a man who is in the movie Men In Black 3.
Apparently he drives a car by, while J and K are standing on the street. He was a big guy with white hair and I was told you can actually see him. His name is Bob. So now you can wave Bob hello when he zips by.
I will!I think this story's been told around the Watch, but not in this thread, so: Last October, during the World Fantasy Convention in San Diego, I went to dinner one night with Romeo, his fiancee (altho I think they were just dating then), and a friend of theirs. As we waited to order, Romeo looks up and does this classic double-take. He had spotted at a nearby table a guy who was a dead ringer for the actor who plays Big Mike on the TV show "Chuck". After some debate, Romeo and his fiancee ask the wait staff to slip the guy a note. Turned out it really was the guy. He was very gracious and posed for pictures with us.
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Once upon a time in the land of Nod lived a happy little thing by the name of Joseph. Joseph once decided to go on an adventure and go atop the great mountain of Thunder to annoy the Raver. And so he left, with his pal, Gimli the wizard, to Mount Thunder. Along the way he stole the golden ring of a guy named Waldo, and met many trolls and elves and dwarves and other odd mutated humanoid creatures, including this one guy made out of iron that we didn't like very much, so we laughed at him and he was sad.
So we finally reached the mountain of Thunder and hiked up to the top. Then the Raver appeared and tossed us in the fiery lava pit on the top, which hurt a lot, but by some chance we won the battle and were very happy, and then we hiked back home, but Waldo trapped us and ate us.
The end.
Once upon a time in the land of Nod lived a happy little thing by the name of Joseph. Joseph once decided to go on an adventure and go atop the great mountain of Thunder to annoy the Raver. And so he left, with his pal, Gimli the wizard, to Mount Thunder. Along the way he stole the golden ring of a guy named Waldo, and met many trolls and elves and dwarves and other odd mutated humanoid creatures, including this one guy made out of iron that we didn't like very much, so we laughed at him and he was sad.
So we finally reached the mountain of Thunder and hiked up to the top. Then the Raver appeared and tossed us in the fiery lava pit on the top, which hurt a lot, but by some chance we won the battle and were very happy, and then we hiked back home, but Waldo trapped us and ate us.
The end.
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The Sequel.
Transformed within Waldo's alien physiology, we burst forth from Waldo's stomach and watched him turn to green, caustic slime and melt into the floor.
We high-fived each other. Then we fought to the death (our transformed selves wore armor and swords, so the clanging and clashing was epic). Then we turned together SURPRISE!! And slew this 9-foot guy in a golden Speedo.
Turned out he had a really HUGE army behind him so we ran for our lives. We came to a hanging bridge where an old guy told us we had to answer 3 questions, but before he finished talking he saw the army and started running across, himself.
We saw our chance and hid behind the pilings (it was quite foggy) and waited while the 10,000 soldiers ran single-file over the bridge shouting XERXES!!! Gimli says to me, are they shouting about Herpes? And we were trying not to laugh in case they noticed us.
It took so long that we fell asleep and when we woke, there we were atop Kevin's Watch.
The End.
Transformed within Waldo's alien physiology, we burst forth from Waldo's stomach and watched him turn to green, caustic slime and melt into the floor.
We high-fived each other. Then we fought to the death (our transformed selves wore armor and swords, so the clanging and clashing was epic). Then we turned together SURPRISE!! And slew this 9-foot guy in a golden Speedo.
Turned out he had a really HUGE army behind him so we ran for our lives. We came to a hanging bridge where an old guy told us we had to answer 3 questions, but before he finished talking he saw the army and started running across, himself.
We saw our chance and hid behind the pilings (it was quite foggy) and waited while the 10,000 soldiers ran single-file over the bridge shouting XERXES!!! Gimli says to me, are they shouting about Herpes? And we were trying not to laugh in case they noticed us.
It took so long that we fell asleep and when we woke, there we were atop Kevin's Watch.
The End.
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I saw the movie today, but I missed him. Apparently it's right after the Andy Warhol scene. (Which is omg funny!!)aliantha wrote:deer of the dawn wrote:Yesterday, I met a man who is in the movie Men In Black 3.
Apparently he drives a car by, while J and K are standing on the street. He was a big guy with white hair and I was told you can actually see him. His name is Bob. So now you can wave Bob hello when he zips by.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a great battle. -Philo of Alexandria
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DEER TRAIL - 9NEWS likes to tell the good news, which is why we decided to "Spin-a-story." We placed small-town names on a wheel and heading to to the places we landed on. Amelia Earhart drew Deer Trail, Colo., She was so glad that she did.
Fifty-five miles east of Denver lies Deer Trail, Colo. Google this town name, and you might be surprised to hear that it holds a place in cowboy history. This town is in the pro-rodeo hall of fame as the home of the "World's First Rodeo."
This town of 500 residents boasts one restaurant, two gas stations and one major interstate - Interstate 70. Many folks have only seen the town of Deer Trail while filling up a gas tank at the Texaco Station, or flying by at 75 mph on the freeway.
When I drew Deer Trail for my Spin-a-Story location, I wanted to meet the people and get to know the details of why the residents choose to live in this Eastern Plains locale.
The Tri-County Tribune is located in Deer Trail and the paper is printed in the same shop as it has been for over 30 years. Owner Dutch Venter still uses the original equipotent that he began with on day one.
We spent the afternoon chatting with Dutch about his memories of owning the paper, doing an interview with 9NEWS in 1982 and about what it is like living in such a quiet place. He has no reason to leave, he enjoys the simple lifestyle and enjoys the slower pace. He does make his way into Denver each week for doctor visits and to shop.
The neat thing about how this story played out was that 30 years ago, 9NEWS told the story of Dutch and his print shop. Gary Shapiro was the reporter and Dan Wood was the photographer.
When we arrived to Dutch's print shop, he pulled an old photo from a shelf. It was a shot of Dan Wood, my photographer, in his younger years. Dan had lots of shaggy hair and had only been working in news for about two years. It is always fun when we get to see change over time, and in this case, the tale came full circle.
Fifty-five miles east of Denver lies Deer Trail, Colo. Google this town name, and you might be surprised to hear that it holds a place in cowboy history. This town is in the pro-rodeo hall of fame as the home of the "World's First Rodeo."
This town of 500 residents boasts one restaurant, two gas stations and one major interstate - Interstate 70. Many folks have only seen the town of Deer Trail while filling up a gas tank at the Texaco Station, or flying by at 75 mph on the freeway.
When I drew Deer Trail for my Spin-a-Story location, I wanted to meet the people and get to know the details of why the residents choose to live in this Eastern Plains locale.
The Tri-County Tribune is located in Deer Trail and the paper is printed in the same shop as it has been for over 30 years. Owner Dutch Venter still uses the original equipotent that he began with on day one.
We spent the afternoon chatting with Dutch about his memories of owning the paper, doing an interview with 9NEWS in 1982 and about what it is like living in such a quiet place. He has no reason to leave, he enjoys the simple lifestyle and enjoys the slower pace. He does make his way into Denver each week for doctor visits and to shop.
The neat thing about how this story played out was that 30 years ago, 9NEWS told the story of Dutch and his print shop. Gary Shapiro was the reporter and Dan Wood was the photographer.
When we arrived to Dutch's print shop, he pulled an old photo from a shelf. It was a shot of Dan Wood, my photographer, in his younger years. Dan had lots of shaggy hair and had only been working in news for about two years. It is always fun when we get to see change over time, and in this case, the tale came full circle.
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Did you write that story, Sarge, or pull it off the internet somewhere?
I'd like to tell a story myself, but my brain is too tired right now.
I'd like to tell a story myself, but my brain is too tired right now.
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- I'm always all right.
- Is all right special Time Lord code for really not all right at all?
- You're all irresponsible fools!
- The Doctor: But we're very experienced irresponsible fools.
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EZBoard Survivor