View From The Middle


This past October I took a trip to Toronto to visit the Hockey Hall of Fame. I would be lying if I didn’t have many thoughts about moving there, and attempting to work at the HOF. It’s a big city, which I love. It’s Canada, which is awesome. And you know, hockey. The guy who watches the Stanley Cup had that job for like 14 years, so maybe it’s a lot harder to get a job with the HOF than I’m anticipating. Also, there’s all the issues of work visas and green cards and whatever for a Yankee like me to work and live up north. So it was just a fleeting dream.

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Bulls On Parade

Small-Town-ParadeThis past Saturday I spent the morning in my hometown of Golden, CO watching the Buffalo Bill’s Day Parade. This is an annual event that has been done for more years than I am even aware of. I went all the time in my youth, and now I go ever so often when my friends take their kids and are kind enough to invite me. It’s a lovely way to spend a morning and I enjoyed myself but left with a few thoughts.

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Big City


It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times; or so the opening to A Tale of Two Cities goes, or something close to that. This is my version of that book, or probably not. Aside from that first line I know nothing about the book. This is probably more like Country Mouse, City Mouse. But also not really. Ok, here it is: recently I took a couple of trips to two different areas and I learned a few things about myself.

What? The actual line is, “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”? You stupid monkey.

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