Marshall

Afoot in the Flatirons

Like Brigadoon, Boulder is stuck in time. Citizens are peaceful, wait for the walk light at intersections, and recycle for the good of mother earth.

My Life’s Editor and I went to a political fundraiser last week. It would be easy to write a check and not show up.

She decided to brave a sidewalk route along the shaded sin and debauchery block of Central Avenue, between 2d and 3d Streets.

I balanced on the edge of a stream bank … At one time I would have made it down in two bounds.

My Life’s Editor and I settled our tushes in plush burgundy orchestra seats at the Asolo Theater.