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  • Just Do It Anyway

    Walking along Cherry Creek on my lunch break, later than usual, it’s Friday, bitch of a week, it’s after 1:30 p.m. . . . Lost Man’s on his bench. This time he just nods and smiles a broken grin when I go by the first time; on the way back, though, he says his signature line, “I like that,… Read more

  • Tree

    I’m not sure what kind it is, but when we first moved in here — when the house was a child of about 5 — it was already here, firmly rooted in the front yard, and it’s not a birch or a cottonwood and it has pretty, twisted leaves. But one year after we were here, it was… Read more

  • It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

    The sun is beating down like Easter, but it’s not Easter and it’s Saturday and I can’t drink because I gave it up for lent, so I’ll just have to sit in the sun, walk in it, relish in it, for instance downtown for the St. Patrick’s Day celebration, and wait another month to drink in… Read more

  • Fox

    I wonder if — having been unceremoniously kicked out of my gym by rude electrical workers who claimed I was breaking the rules by ignoring the nonexistant ‘Keep Out’ signs — seeing a profoundly decayed corpse of a fox on a sand bank in Cherry Creek while Sweet’s Fox on the Run was playing on my iPod is… Read more

  • Maybe-not-entirely-unrequited love

    My romance with the Rocky Mountain News was probably the deepest, most intense and desperate venture of my life. Now it’s dead and the grief is no less than if the Rocky had been a person . . . one everyone knew was sick, but no one ever believed would die. That might sound ridiculous,… Read more

  • As of today . . .

    . . . nearly 70 percent of my friends are unemployed. Read more