Detroit: fading and moribund, plagued by crime, with a decaying central city, a public school system in crisis, a disgraced mayor, plummeting property values and chronically high unemployment.
Colorado Springs: vibrant and growing, located in a setting of unparalleled beauty, with good schools, abundant employment opportunities, low taxes, honest government and business-friendly policies. Continue Reading Are we driving down the same dead-end road as Detroit?
It’s easy to be cynical about politics. And after spending last week in Denver, covering the Democratic National Convention, surrounded by preening, narcissistic pols, listening to endless speechifying, ears and eyes assaulted by protestors, special interests and subgroups of every description, it was even easier. Continue Reading This year’s presidential politics really are personalContinue reading …
Attack ads! They’re everywhere, inescapable unless you’ve managed to leave the 21st century and dwell in an idyllic, undefiled wilderness, without TV, Internet access, cell phones, newspapers or mail.
Otherwise, you have to put up with various screamers telling you all about Bob Schaeffer, Mark Udall, Barack Obama, and John McCain. Continue Reading It’s time to roll up the sleeves and let the mud fly
The prelims are over, and now it’s time for the main event.
Jeff who? Bentley who? Doug who? Gone. Swept away by the stolid Republican primary voters of Colorado Springs and the 5th Congressional District.
U.S. Rep. Doug Lamborn, the only Doug left standing, reaffirmed his hard-earned status as the junkyard dog of local politics by launching a pre-emptive attack on his Democratic opponent Hal Bidlack, accusing him of dodging debates. Continue Reading After the dust settled, only one Doug emerged from political rubble
A few years ago, the knees decided that running was no longer on the menu. Goodbye 10Ks, goodbye marathons, goodbye Pikes Peak Ascent.
So like most creaky old guys who still think they can stay in shape, I returned to biking.
Virtually every morning from April through October, I rise with the sun and ride for an hour or two, usually on one of two or three routes. Continue Reading Cyclists’ deaths a wakeup call to all of us who travel the open road
It’s never easy to understand the collective mind of public bureaucracies, which often seem maddeningly obtuse.
Case in point: last weekend was the 150th anniversary of Julia Archibald Holmes’ ascent of Pikes Peak. Holmes, an adventurous 20-year-old, was the first European woman to climb the mountain. It took her and her companions five days to find their way to the then-pristine summit. Continue Reading Oh, but doesn’t the city know a swell way to celebrate a historic event
With less than two weeks to go before the August primaries, it’s time for careful analysis, snarky remarks and (largely inaccurate) predictions.
Here in El Paso County, we’ve tended to focus upon the mud-splattering, name-calling, take-no-prisoners race for the 5th Congressional District seat, featuring the beloved comedy team of Jeff Crank, Doug Lamborn and Bentley Rayburn, or upon Mark Waller’s attempt to pull state Rep. Doug Bruce’s snout out of the public trough. Continue Reading Colorado Springs isn’t only place for down and dirty political primaries
Under the aegis of the Gazette’s “Dream City” promotion, a fearsome foursome of local media titans took part in a “meet the press” event yesterday morning from 7:30 to 9 at the Gazette’s architecturally challenged headquarters on Prospect Street.
The members of the panel (which included, in the interests of full disclosure, CSBJ Publisher Lon Matejczyk) intended to “share their thoughts on the future of our community and their prospective industries.”
Prospective attendees were asked to ante up $10 at the door. Continue Reading Tough to get all this body mass moving for an early morning meeting
Remember Capt. Renault’s famous line in “Casablanca?”
“I’m shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!”
Given the hand-wringing about the stunning revelation that motorcycle cops have ticket-writing quotas, triggered by the revelation that a couple of low writers (bad pun intended) had been faking it, you’d think that Colorado Springs residents are as naïve as kindergartners. Continue Reading Where were the financial motorcycle cops when we needed them?
Sixty years ago, during the late summer of 1948, my father announced that he had a treat for his 7-year-old son. He sat me down in the front seat of his 1940 Mercury four-door sedan and we drove downtown to the D&R G.W. Depot (now Giuseppe’s) to see President Harry Truman.
The president wasn’t here to cut ribbons — he was locked in a fierce battle for the presidency with New York Gov. Tom Dewey. Continue Reading Things sure seemed more real when Harry rode the train through town