By Kathleen Thomas Gaspar
When the email dropped into my iPhone a few weeks ago, I saw the heading of “Hamster” and immediately, instinctively knew.
After 18 years of weekly submissions (936, for you mathematically inclined), I was being pink-slipped by the Salida Mountain Mail. Continue reading
After a few false starts and true prayers, I changed the tone of this column from pure venom to something slightly sweeter. That would be hemlock.
On our drive back to small-town Cañon City from the scary-to-old-ladies enormous multi-cultural complexity known as Denver International Airport, my friend Jonna and I whiled away a bit of the time discussing the human condition (abysmal), the need for humans to jet around the world and the necessity of a place like DIA (abysmaler) and the airport itself (abymalest).