But, in the newspaper biz, my preferences have always gravitated towards local owners over out-of-county corps. Seth Cagin and Marta Tarbell are personal friends. I have the highest regard for their journalistic integrity, investigative judgment and business acumen. I think you’ll find a raft of community info, regional and local news, op-ed pieces and advertising opportunities with their new West End-oriented startup … I’m calling my new opinion corner hereabouts, “Around the Cone,” modeled after a similar Herb Caen-inspired three-dot journalism column I’ve been writing for the Telluride papers for almost 30 years, “Up Bear Creek” … My primary scan will focus on Wright’s Mesa and the West End, but with ties into regional items of interest as well. Feel free to send me tidbits of interest to share, care of this paper’s email.
PIONEER DAY … Great to celebrate yet another Norwood big-time, especially with Howard and Betty Greager as this year’s royalty.
SPOR CORRECTION … I’ve taken to calling it Auld-Lang-Synheimer’s, this increasing forgetfulness as one crosses the eligible-for-Social-Security threshold. But it was a few months back that Jerry Spor called to question a mistake I made. I promised to publish his correction, and promptly forgot all about it in the crush of other issues. He called to remind me recently, so let me set the record straight -- the old Ute trail that sliced across Wright’s Mesa from Wright’s spring on the old Joseph place (passing not far from Cloud Acre) had wound down into the San Miguel Canyon – not near the Spor gravel pit, as I erroneously alluded, but in the draw behind the Cossey place), closer to the county gravel pit. From there the trail steeped down towards the river at the Cascabel Club, owned by the Sinclairs – where Clay Creek empties into the San Miguel … In fact, Jerry explained that there used to be a swinging footbridge across the river across from Clay Creek, much like as used to exist in Placerville over to the old Lemon Warm Springs.
WEEKLY QUOTA … "A government big enough to give you everything you want is big enough to take everything you have." -attributed to Barry Goldwater.
DOUG WOOD … This dazzling guitar instrumentalist made an impromptu stop in Norwood last week on his current college tour (Salt Lake to Boulder). I first caught his act at the Grounds coffeehouse in Laramie, Wyoming, after doing a keynote speech for a local community group at the Depot there in their historic downtown. Taken aback, and heaped with CDs, I invited him to make an unscheduled detour to Norwood via Moab, and he did. Playing the Back Narrows for the outdoor lunch crowd last Thursday and doing a private house party up at the Hollinbecks … Check out his website dougwoodmusic.com … Maybe the Livery can host a dinner concert the next time he’s through.
ELLE METRICK … Here’s a poem from our resident bard out at Norwood Gardens:
Six, seven, eight, nine years old,
they were being born, learning to talk
when New York blew up.
I was 900 miles away in a little house
in the country. Later, we would remember
the silence. It was ten o’clock, we were
getting coffee in the town nearby
on the Ute reservation, near the white
bread store, when we heard the news.
Today, the kids and I will grind wheat
to bake bread and pretzels, shaped
in the twist of peace, like bodies
twined together in prayer, hands
clasped. What will I say to them
about war, and peace, and their own
conflicts over who gets to grind first,
second, last. Oh, that peace could be
eaten as easily as the pretzels and bread
we will make today; a memory
and a prayer, clasping dough together
and twisting our wishes into food.