“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again. Because there is no effort without error and shortcomings, he who knows the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the high achievement of triumph and who at worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows his place shall never be with those timid and cold souls who know neither victory nor defeat.” – Theodore Roosevelt Continue Reading Here’s to hoping we haven’t been too timid or too coldContinue reading …
The men and women who serve as the eyes and ears of our leaders should be informed, dispassionate, smart and thoroughly familiar with both Iraq and the Middle East. Continue Reading Finding the right info is not that toughContinue reading …
Crass? Clueless? Just plain dumb? All of the above? Yup, all of ’em are good descriptors of the Fine Arts Center’s midnight teardown of the historic Carpenter mansion last week.
And why did they tear it down? For a parking lot!
According to FAC public relations flack Charlie Snyder, the decision had been made years before, but they just now got around to doing it. Continue Reading FAC joins the growing list of vandals
Watching the Broncos stumble haplessly around during last week’s preseason game against the ’Boys was, unless you are a Cowboys fan, a painful experience.
The Donksters, who just last week were anointed as Super Bowl contenders by the Denver media, looked more like pretenders, destined to finish at or near the bottom of the AFC. Continue Reading Let’s admit we’re licked on the water front
Made yet another pilgrimage up the pass to Cripple Creek a couple of weekends ago accompanied by a friend who, like me, enjoys playing the quarter slots.
After several hours of hopeful play, we were down a few bucks and decided to get a meal in the casino’s steakhouse. Continue Reading The cost of free lunches sure adds up
So here it is at last, the grand opening of the resplendent new addition to the Fine Arts Center. It’s a triumph for and a tribute to our community. We all owe an enormous debt of gratitude to the foundations, businesses and individuals whose generous contributions made this day possible.
But it’s obvious that we owe much to one man, FAC President and CEO Michael De Marsche. Without his leadership, it’s reasonable to assume that the arts community would still be mired in pointless infighting, that no plan would have been conceived, that no project would have been launched. Continue Reading Do whatever it takes for our arts superstar
If you want an easy visual lesson about the economic impact of historic preservation, I’d suggest three Saturday afternoon strolls.
Stroll No. 1: Start at Bancroft Park, in historic Old Colorado City. Walk west on the north side of the street to 27th Street, cross Colorado Avenue and walk back on the south side of the street. Continue Reading Parking lots stark reminder of lost history
Remember Pogo Possum, the swamp-dwelling protagonist of the eponymous comic strip? I never paid much attention to the strip, even as a comics-loving kid.
But I do remember Pogo’s famous remark: “We have met the enemy, and he is us.”
That sweet little epigram was a sly rephrasing of an equally well-known wartime dispatch sent in 1813 from Oliver Hazard Perry to William Henry Harrison, saying that “We have met the enemy, and they are ours.” Continue Reading Sorry Hank, but I’ve problems of my own
We won’t be talking about our pure Rocky Mountain water anymore. Instead, we’ll have a new motto — maybe “Colorado Springs! Where We Flush it in the Morning, and Drink it in the Evening!” Continue Reading Hillary, stormwater fees quite curiousContinue reading …
Remember the old Roadrunner cartoons that entertained generations of kids before video games and the Internet?
Remember when the Coyote would suddenly arrive at the edge of a precipice?
He wouldn’t stop. He’d just keep going, running in thin air — and suddenly, he’d look down, realize his plight, and plummet to the ground, to the audience’s shrieking delight. Continue Reading Long fall from our lofty political perch