Time for some humor: Duane Abel and the comic strip ZED join the pages of the Free Press

DUANE ABELMeet Duane Abel, creator of the comic strip ZED.

After being born in a small Ohio town and growing up on a steady diet of Saturday morning cartoons, the Sunday Funnies and cereal, Abel discovered his destiny the first time he picked up a pencil and scribbled his first cartoon. He joined the ranks of profes­sional cartooning at the age of 13, selling cartoons to several small magazines and re­gional publications.

He walked into his hometown newspaper at the age of 15 with the comic strip ZED. The feature began in the fall of 1995 and soon Abel was offered a syndication con­tract from a Future Features Syndicate. By signing on the dotted line Abel became the youngest syndicated cartoonist in the coun­try…but before launching the comic strip, the syndicate closed its doors. However, with a strong local readership, Abel began to offer his creation to other publications. It was during this time that he was offered a full tuition scholarship to the University of Akron, to major in theatre arts. While preparing ZED for his first book collection with Plan Nine Publish­ing, Abel signed another contract with American International Syndicate, but the owner suffered a heart attack before pro­moting ZED to newspa­pers. Abel was too busy to notice as he was tour­ing in a one-man theatri­cal production and excit­ing football fans as the school mascot, Zippy the Kangaroo.

Upon graduation (and putting out of business a book publisher and two news­paper syndicates) Abel married his college sweetheart, Coral, and soon welcomed his first child into the world. He then took control of his creative destiny and formed Corkey Comics, ensuring that ZED would always have a home in book collections and newspapers. ZED currently appears in several week­ly newspapers and has been collected into Corkey Comics book publications.

Abel is a member of The National Car­toonists Society and has been nominated for the Ignatz Award.

In the summer of 2014 he wrote, directed and starred in the comedic stage play JEL­LY JARS.

Abel travels to more than 100 schools every year presenting his student assembly “Draw Your Destiny” and is a busy keynote speaker, sharing the wisdom of the Sunday Funnies and how they can be used for per­sonal and professional development.

Abel and Coral are the proud parents of two boys, Zackie and Clayton, and live in Ohio.

Abel’s comic strip ZED has been enjoyed by readers for more than two decades.

ZED is a laundry dweller that began his life within the secret underground tunnels that connect to all washers and dryers. He had the fortunate experience to make a wrong turn one fateful morning, leading him into the lives and hearts of his adopted family.

Published in April 2021

Protection racket

LAKE MUD FLAT (MCPHEE)It’s 1956, we are driving our car across the Mexican border into Nogales, Sonora. Look, there is a parking place near some shops. We get out, lock the car and immediately a young boy comes up and offers to “watch our car” for us. He will “protect” it for 50 cents until we get back. We had some fairly nice hub caps so decided it was a wise invest­ment, so gave him $1 to make sure. He did well, our hub caps were still there when we got back. Yeah, we knew it was a protection racket. Then there are the stories of the mob offering to “protect” a small business from a known arsonist in the area, for a small cost. It only took one who refused the “protection” for the others to decide to “hire” the services.

Recently we read where Obama “pro­tected” thousands of acres of states’ lands by declaring them a national monument. They claim the Colorado Roadless Rule will “protect” 4.8 million acres. We pay for car­bon credits, to “protect” the earth from cli­mate change. There is the spotted owl and of course the Mexican Jumping mouse which we are told need to be “protected.” Do you ever wonder how stating that there might be some potential habitat for a mouse, bird or bug works to miraculously “protect” or “save” it? Shucks, they don’t know how many there are or where they are! How do they know if a mouse is endangered, and then who cares? My cat loves them. The World Wildlife Fund claims 200-2000 species go ex­tinct every year, however In 1980, in Panama they found 1,800 new species of beetles they didn’t know existed, on just 19 trees. The World Resources Institute stated, “Surpris­ingly, scientists have a better understanding of how many stars there are in the galaxy than how many species there are on Earth.” Sooo, how do they “know” how many, if any, species are going extinct? Fact is they don’t! So how do they “protect” something they don’t know exists, or that it needs or can be “protected”? They don’t! Are they trying to override nature’s law of “survival of the fittest” and evolution’s rule of “natural selection”?

I have wondered just what is being “protected” from whom or what? That of course raises the question of What is protection? The dic­tionary Refers to it as “something that keeps a person or thing from being harmed, lost, etc.”. Does designating public lands as wildernesses, national monuments, Natural Conservation Areas or parks, etc., “protect” them from harm or loss? What does it protect them from? Does it protect them from wildfires, Insects and disease, dying of old age, wind storms, landslides, earthquakes, floods, etc.? Nope! Wait, It “protects” from nasty drilling, right? Did you know right here in Montezuma County there have been over 900 oil and gas wells drilled over the past 70 years? About 120 are active and producing jobs and wealth for the county residents. Where are the 780 old wells? Don’t know, do you? What “harm, loss or damage” was done from drilling? Noth­ing! So what do these designations “protect” them from? YOU! They are protected from YOU enjoying and managing them for in­creased land and resource health and wisely using parts of them for betterment of the lives of you and your neighbors and the rest of the county and state.

Our local San Juan National Forest is com­posed of about 1.9 million acres. In the past, environmental corporations had about 22 percent of it “protected” as wilderness areas. Recently they got 32 percent more “protect­ed” as roadless areas, which are quasi wilder­ness. Together about 54 percent of the For­est, 1+ million acres, has been “protected” from most of the public, you, resource man­agement and health improvement.

So why are the so-called “environmen­tal/conservation” corporations pushing for more wilderness, monuments and endan­gered species “protection,” less recreation use, and no drilling and other economic uses? Well, there is only one thing left that has not been mentioned. It is the old classic of “fol­low the money.” The “environment” is the tool the corporations use to incite emotions to bring in money for them to claim to “pro­tect” something that is nebulous in people’s minds, knowing the people will respond to a declared “crisis” that needs their support, especially their money. As one of the sup­porters, you will sleep much better believing you helped save the planet that has existed millennia before and will be here millennia after your dust spot in time ceases to exist. That is the “protection business” the corpo­rations are in. Nothing has been or is “saved” or “pro­tected” by the environmental corporations. Wildfires still burn more wilderness and “protected” areas every year. Insects and disease has devastated vast acres of spruce and pine timber throughout the state and continues. One thing that has actually been protected is the income of the environmen­tal corporations that promote leaving the land and resources to stagnate, die, burn off and be wasted. The 2014 IRS 501(C3) re­cords shows one of the larger environmental corporations receives over $14 million a year and pays the chief fundraiser about $900,000 a year. These corporations lobby Congress, legislators and agencies for laws, rules and actions that can be used to convince you to send them more money to “protect” the environment from the public and resource managers, while the land manager gets the blame when the resource is not “protected.” The “environmental movement” is today’s “protection racket”! The resources lose and are harmed, and the people lose.

Do we want to truly “protect” our re­sources and economic lives? Then it is time to let the professional resource managers manage the forest, range, water, and minerals to improve them, free from the environmen­tal corporations “protection rackets”.

Dexter Gill is a retired forest manager who worked for private industry, three Western state for­estry agencies, and the Navajo Nation forestry de­partment. He writes from Lewis, Colo.

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Election integrity – 2020 and beyond

Weekly, sometimes daily, a news report is generated that election integrity of the U.S. election of Nov. 3, 2020, had meddling and fraud. Predictably, the slant of the news re­ports run the gamut from unproven, de­bunked accusations of fraud by Trump who sought to overturn the election results to reports that Dominion voting machines and mobile voting centers changed votes in Democrat strongholds. One almost needs a scorecard for all the players who sought to be a game changer where voting and ballots were the focus. It might be easier to ask, who didn’t meddle in the election?

Time magazine in an article by Molly Ball, ti­tled “The Secret History of the Shadow Cam­paign That Saved the 2020 Election,” outlines that Mike Podhorzer, senior advisor to the President of the AFL-CIO, the nation’s larg­est union, was the architect of the plan. Es­sentially this plan consisted of assembling an overwhelming force to prevent Trump from contesting the election, should he be defeated. The article makes clear, Podhorzer considered that Trump losing was the desirable result and exerted enormous effort to achieve that. In April 2020, he began crafting, through Zoom, an alliance of tech giants, media allies, the insti­tutional left such as Planned Parenthood, and Green Peace. He invited the resistance groups Indivisible and Move On. Racial-justice ac­tivists and anti-Trump Republicans like the Lincoln Project were also invited. The Chan Zuckerberg Initia­tive chipped in $300 million for funding. Those funds were used in 37 states and D.C. to target mail-in ballots. Social media platforms were pres­sured to enforce rules to remove content or accounts that were deemed malign by a progres­sive operative group named, Catalist. A week before the election, the U.S. Chamber of Commerce called Podhorzer wanting to work together. The National Council on Election Integrity also contributed their voice. While the council does have a few conservative Re­publicans, it is tilted very much so to the liberal point of view.

The Election Integrity Project

The Election Integrity Project (EIP) issued a report titled “Electoral Integrity in the 2020 U.S. Elections “ by Pippa Norris of Harvard.

EIP maintains that U.S. election integrity compares poorly to other democracies. It is important to distinguish the parameters that EIP utilizes in their methodology of data information. Professor Pippa Norris estab­lished the project in 2012 in association with the University of Sydney, Australia. The Proj­ect considers uniformity of rules a require­ment for integrity of a national election. In the United States, election laws are a mix of federal law and states’ rights, as determined by the U.S. Constitution and amendments. EIP advocates for no excuse absentee ballots, Election Day registration of voters, extended vote by mail options and the abolishment of the current Electoral College. It also advo­cates the passage of H.R. 1, that was passed by the House of Representatives on March 3 and is being considered by the Senate. This legislative bill is titled “For the People Act of 2021.” This bill increases the power of the federal government to regulate elections and is clearly unconstitutional. It contains lan­guage that eliminates a state’s right to deter­mine eligibility and qualifications of registered voters. It violates free speech rights. It even al­lows 16 year olds the right to register to vote.

The Election Integrity Project ranks the United States as a 61, the same as Mexico and Panama. Denmark receives first place.

Massachusetts Institute of Technology also rates our elections. Their emphasis is reserved for the performance of individual states. They maintain that overall there is significant improvement, but that California, New York, Arkansas, and Mississippi have problems with election integrity.

Dominion Voting Systems

Holly Casen, a Colorado political writer wrote a piece, “The Colorado Election Es­tablishment Cabal.” She connects people in both major parties with questionable ethics in the selection of the Sequoia/Dominion Vot­ing Systems. Scott Gessler, former Colorado Secretary of State (2011-2015) under Gov. John Hick­enlooper, and current candidate for chair of the state GOP Party (election date March 27, 2021) is at the heart of her article. She main­tains that a group of bi-partisan elite politicos gained financially and professionally from the voting process that Colorado implemented. “Elections went from an essential civic event to a money-making opportunity in a high-stakes industry of wealth, power, and influ­ence on a global scale. The backbone of the election business is technology.”

Gary Fielder of Denver has filed a class ac­tion lawsuit against Denver-based Dominion Voting Systems, Facebook and its founder Mark Zuckerberg, and the governors of four states and their election officials. Fielder is seeking $160 billion in damages and to de­clare Section 230 of the Communications Decency Act unconstitutional. The lawsuit was filed Dec. 22, 2020 in U.S. District Court of Colorado. Fielder has his critics who main­tain he lacks standing, but as of this writing the court has not ruled on the merits. The essence of the suit is that Dominion has flaws that allow data manipulation, statistical voting anomalies, and that Facebook through cen­sorship and payments interfered in the elec­tion. Dominion is counter-suing.

Arizona’s legislators are passing legislation (NPR, March 11, 2021) to prohibit election workers at city, county, and state levels from ever accepting private grants again. David Becker, executive director of a nonprofit, Center for Election Innovation & Research, distributed $50 million from Zuckerberg and Chan to election officials in 24 states. Investigation into election meddling needs to be transparent, thorough, and deliberative if they are to be credible. The mainstream media’s role in the last election is cringeworthy. The Washington Post recently issued a lengthy correction to its widely disseminated story on then President Trump’s phone call with Georgia’s election investigator. The original story was published at a critical time as Georgia was conducting a runoff U.S. Senate race. That story claimed Trump instructed the investigator to “find the fraud” and she would be “a national hero” if she did. Trump said no such thing as the released audio tape clearly showed.

U.S. Circuit Judge Laurence H. Silberman is calling on the U.S. Supreme Court to re-visit its decision in the New York Times v. Sullivan case. Silberman acknowledges that the court’s decision in that case was under­standable, given the situation at that time. He wrote, “As the case has subsequently been interpreted, it allows the press to cast false aspersions on public figures with near impunity. It would be one thing if this were a two-sided phenomenon,” the judge contin­ued, observing that the press “more often manufactures scandals involving political conservatives.”

If, as a country, we cannot control the in­tegrity of our voting process, the veracity of our news media, the ability of our courts to deliver justice, and the integrity of our bor­ders, we cannot call ourselves a free country.

Valerie Maez writes from Lewis, Colo.


In Valerie Maez’s column in the March Free Press, there was a sentence that originally read: “William Webster, former director of the CIA, is credited with saying that the CIA would know its disinformation campaign was successful when a majority of Americans believed it over facts.” Maez later sent a correction saying that the person was in fact William Casey, not William Webster. However, the editor did not manage to get that correction into the final version of the newspaper and the incorrect version was published through no fault of the columnist.

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The juice of life

I like astronomy. The recent landing on Mars was an exciting event in the midst of our pandemonium. It set me off into a rev­erie, where I realized that we never wake up in the morning in the same space/time place as last night. No human ever has. No dino­saur, either.

In my reverie I saw the Earth turn­ing, and revolving around the sun. I saw our solar sys­tem hugging the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, which is also turning on its center.

Suddenly I could see that the Galaxy Itself was sailing on the ocean of infinite time and space – someday to merge with Andromeda, apparently.

So never in the history of our planet has even a moment arisen in the same place or time in the Cosmos. Nothing stands still.

OK, so this is no ‘big deal’ mystic real­ization or anything, but for just a few mo­ments I felt the force of that turning and travel, and felt a terrifying joy, that we are astronauts indeed, on our way to anywhere. Where? Why?

That was my reverie after that successful Mars landing – just more questions – more mystery. Ah, mystery, the juice of human life. May it always outpace us, lest we be­come devoid of purpose. Therefore never fear the unknown. It is, after all, our actual condition. We travel in it.

Chip Schoefter writes from Dolores, Colo.

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The war of the words

Hopefully, you’ll add this piece to your face­tiae collection. Facetiae means witty or amus­ing remarks or writings.

I can honestly say that on a scale of 1-to-10 my wife, Sararesa, is a definite sweven. That’s not a misspelling; nor is it an insult to my be­loved wifey poo.

You see a sweven is a real word. It refers to a dream or a vision. And Sara is both. She’s the vision I dream about. Bada bing!

I admit it, one foible I have is the love of words. A foible refers to a minor weakness or flaw in character. I’m trying to change my habit of learning new words, but then I al­ways end up looking up meanings of some interesting word. All I can say is “Drats! Foibled again!”

Now when I first saw this next word, it made me think of my former stepdaughter. The word was panglossian – which was close to her last name. Then I realized the definition fit her, too! To be panglossian is to remain optimistic in the face of adversity.

Sometimes things just seem to decussate, right. That means to intersect. Warning! If you suffer from metropho­bia, this next bit might be hard you to get through. That’s because metrophobia is a fear of poetry:

“There once was a man from Nantucket He went to his corral to muck it
As he picked up his shovel
He spotted the trou­ble
He had a hole in his bucket!

If you’re really gen­erous with the defi­nition, that could be passed off as poetry. Unless you have bardology — an excessive rev­erence for William Shakespeare. But, then, I never claimed to be another Shakespeare – just your average long fellow. Speaking of generous, if someone asks me what part of me is pharaonic, I’d have to say my heart. To be pharaonic refers to some­thing that is overly large. Of course, a close second would be my …. Brain!

What were you thinking?

I like playing with words, but don’t think that makes me unctuous. That would refer to someone exces­sively smooth or smug.

And don’t call me a snol­lygoster! That means a clever or unscrupulous person. If anything, I am more likely to listen to the vox populi – the voice of the people.

Think of me as a scofflaw – which means a person who flouts the rules or ac­cepted practices. Like I’m the only one who has a Twinkie and Dr. Pepper for breakfast!

Now, I hope you’ve found this peek at some odd words proceleusmatic – which means inspiring or inciting. But I hope you aren’t inspired to do any­thing foolish – like attack the U.S. Capitol. That would be an abusage of my commentary. Which is to say an improper usage of words.

Now, here’s a word to the wise.

Maybe you should take some time to think about words and re-read this overmorrow, which is the day after tomorrow. You may just become a linguaphile – having a love for language or words.

Well, I’ll admit that learning new words are my hamartia. That’s a tragic flaw.

Wait, MAGIC FLOOR? I think I need to start writing my next book!

John Christian Hopkins lives in Sanders, Ariz., with his wife, Sararesa. He is a veteran journalist – but never an enemy of the people – and a former nationally syndicated columnist for Gannett News Service. He is the author of many books, including “Carlomagno: Adventures of the Pirate Prince of the Wampanoag.” He is a member of the Narragan­sett Indian Tribe of Rhode Island.

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For sale by neighbor

Sheds and garages across the county contain secret stashes no passerby can imagine, mostly because these caches are behind locked doors, which is as it should be. A stranger might steal something. It’s not worth taking the risk.

It must follow then that a portion of the haphazard heaps of junk in plain sight, decorating far too many properties, is expendable, which is why I’m considering selling off a portion of it. It’s likely the owners have forgotten exactly what they’ve left scattered across their yards.

I’m still designing the sales logo, but the concept is simple. It promotes letting go of something, anything really. We’ll all be grateful — every neighbor, be it a walker, rider, or driver on this cluttered planet that has no choice but to pass by and wonder what kind of human genome is at the bottom of these heaps. When I stop by to plant my “For Sale By Neighbor” sign, please, just think about it. People are obsessively blessed with things, so many that they can’t keep the muddle inside anymore. Mounds are slumping off porches, spilling into the yard, creating a tremendous amount of interest in what could possibly be so precious that it can’t be hauled to the landfill.

As soon as my sign appears, other neighbors will be tempted to look more carefully, call or stop by, wondering what exactly is being advertised for sale. That’s when the owners can start speculating, asking themselves if perhaps a customer’s interest might make it worth selling something — anything. Perhaps the owners will even suggest a price, offer to bargain, or just give the trinket up to them for nothing if their inclination tilts in that direction. I don’t actually want a commission on any sale, except that I do want my sign back. I know of too many places where it might prove useful.

Naturally, property owners might be offended at the audacity of me suggesting such an idea, thinking my sign stands for a sarcastic comment on their version of aesthetics, or on their absolute constitutional right to creep out anybody who passes by their property. But you see, it is just an idea, an abstract avenue that could lead to an awakening or even a discussion. And strictly speaking, how private is property that can’t keep up appearances? That’s where garages, sheds, and tall fences play an important part in keeping a property owner’s personal sense of beauty all to him or her self.

Municipalities across America, often in the spring or fall, sponsor annual clean-up events, which may have to be postponed this year until the coronavirus has finished its dirty work. If you’ve seen its image, the virus’s shape under a microscopic lens takes time to get used to. We should realize by now that it’s dangerous, but magnified it looks surprisingly like a tiny Christmas tree ornament, or one of those suction-cupped plastic projectiles you can toss that sticks to any slick surface, especially if you wet it before letting it fly. Still, it’s not a trivial thing, and this pandemic could also end up in all of our backyards.

So let it be known I’m not in a rush to get started with my new venture, because I don’t want to encourage a truckload of strangers to stop at a stranger’s home, but I do want to get this idea out into the air, so to speak. I mean, ideas won’t kill you, masked or unmasked. It’s the armed, violent attacks that do harm.

I also wish we would try as a society to find less angry, more productive ways to dispose of our pent-up anxiety, which is also piling up. Social distancing for safety’s sake a while longer can’t kill us either, at least until medical science learns to exploit the weaknesses in this virus’s behavior. Do it for the children, like singing a couple rounds of Fish and Chips and Vinegar:

Don’t dump your muck in my dustbin,
my dustbin, my dustbin,
don’t dump your muck in my dustbin,
my dustbin’s full!

I know, the last few paragraphs have been a kind of digression. A highway worker might call them a detour. I see them as an adjustment, as in finally figuring out what I wanted to say, and I’m going to leave all of it strewn about on the page like it emerged from my brain. So please understand, those unkempt neighborhood properties I mentioned are no longer a priority in this article. As for my proposed business venture — poof — up in smoke. I apologize for the mess. I don’t know what I was thinking!

Trash talk is so rapidly becoming an American standard, I’ve decided I will settle for a heap of authentic trash any day of the week before fanning the flames of belligerence in my neighborhood.

David Feela, an award-winning poet, essayist, and author, writes from Montezuma County, Colo. See his works at https://feelasophy.weebly.com/

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The end is near!

The world as we know it is about to come crashing down. People will expose themselves on the streets. Lions will lie with lambs. Restaurants will cease to offer curbside pickup, and we — the meek, the quiet, the introvert­ed who felt that we had finally inherited the earth — will be forced out of our homes by the tyran­ny of the Militaris­tically Extroverted Complex. You may think you are safe in your bedroom with your stack of books and your Disney+ and the one succulent you haven’t yet over-neglected, but ask not for whom the vaccine tolls — IT TOLLS FOR THEE.

Listen, all ye introverts! We have never faced a greater threat to our very way of life than this insidious vaccine — funded by the government and created in a lab, no less. All we want, all we have ever wanted, is to be left alone. When we see people, we want to do it on OUR terms, with a concrete end time and the full, unfettered freedom to back out at the last minute. For generations, our par­ents and our parents’ parents suffered in an extroverts’ world, where business deals take place over lunch in public dining estab­lishments, where con­certs attract swarms of people who require booze to appreciate music, where children run free with their sticky hands and their saliva.

For one year — for one single year — the extroverts were asked to adopt our ways, to stay home and refrain from congregating in loud groups past our bedtime. And I ask you, could they do it? No!

The extroverts could not humble them­selves enough to appreciate our long-sup­pressed traditional ways. Yet still we per­sisted, and our ways flourished in the sun, even if that sun sometimes stayed behind a black-out curtain.

The skies cleared, because we worked from home and didn’t require our cars. Garden centers ran out of seeds, because we returned to the soil. Aquifers and riv­ers replenished, because we had no need to bathe on a regular basis.

The world sighed, and for the first time, we felt assured in our way of being. We learned the heartiness of staying in without feeling guilty about it. We grew strong with­out the anxiety of wondering how to turn down social invitations. Our faces, veiled behind masks, could finally mouth all the biting thoughts we normally have to keep inside because of society’s complex rules of decency. And it was good.

But now! Now, the old dominant dog­mas are returning to reclaim us from the bliss we’ve come to cherish. This vaccine should be, could be, a pure step forward. Saving lives, freeing hospital beds, putting an end to Uncle Tommy’s rants that this vi­rus is a hoax. Sure, he will latch on to some other fabricated crisis, but thank God this will be the end of his pride in creating the portmanteau “Fauxvid-19,” which he spells “Fovid” to our unending delight. These are all glorious advances to the credit of sci­ence.

But that segment of the population, nearly half of our siblings in the great American experiment, those who cannot wait to knock down the walls we have built around ourselves in the last year, wield 96 percent of the desire to speak up in public. They are louder than they are big, like a poorly socialized terrier. They will manipulate this triumph of inoculation to effectively eliminate our standing and drag us from this world we love into one they call “normal” and we call “torturous.”

To this we say: we cannot stop you! Our social skills are way too rusty after a year of not seeing other human beings. But to this we also say: you can have your normal, though you cannot force us back into it! We cannot be forced any more than Moses could be forced back to Egypt, or George R. R. Martin could be forced to finish an­other Game of Thrones book.

The human landscape is forever changed. We like being home, and we won’t relinquish that gift so easily. What will you do, ye extroverts, when you find that your parties lack wallflowers, and your one-time sidekicks outright decline your invitations instead of pretending their phones died for a while?

The end is nigh for the introverted world. But neither must we succumb to stepping backwards. Let us shape a new post-vac­cine era together, one where introverts and extroverts alike respect each other’s needs and admire each other’s strengths! Or at least one where you all stop expecting us to return your phone calls.

Zach Hively writes from Abiquiu, N.M. He can be read and reached through http://zachhive­ly.com and on Twitter @zachhively.

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What is ‘pro gay’?

A local citizen recently shared on a Facebook page called “Voices of Montezuma county uncensored” a post highly critical of the Black Lives Matter movement. It claimed that “the truth” about BLM is that “they want to defund the police, they want to overthrow the government, they are a Marxist organiza­tion, they are pro gay and pro abortion” and a few more wild things.

Although all the various accusations deserve to be addressed, it’s the “pro gay” one that most mystified us here at the Four Corners Free Press. What, we wondered, what does it mean to be “pro gay”? And if you can figure out what it means, is there anything wrong with it?

We’re assuming that by “gay,” the author of this post means people who are not traditionally heterosexual. It’s very difficult to get any definite facts about what percentage of the popula­tion is “gay” because they don’t have identifying marks stamped on their face or anything, but estimates vary from 1 percent to more than 5 percent of the population. Gays have honorably served in the military and some have given their lives in the service to this country. There are gay actors, writers, poets, musicians, politicians, and top athletes. There are also gay doctors and nurses, chefs, wait­ers, grocery-store employees, teachers, postal workers – all types of human beings, in other words. Removing gays from the world, or even from the local area, would be a bit like pulling pieces from the stack in the game of Jenga. At some point the whole structure would collapse.

But the implication of this post is that it’s bad to be “pro gay,” so gayness must be an undesirable characteristic to have. (Neither the original post or the person who shared it explained why this should particularly involve Black Lives Matter.) Therefore we assume it would be prefer­able to be “anti gay.” What would that mean? Well, if you’re “anti gay” you prob­ably dislike or fear gay people. You don’t want them anywhere around. You cer­tainly wouldn’t want a social lunch club that might offer support or comfort to gay students to exist in the local school district.

If you are “anti gay” you probably think that being gay is a choice people make (though why they would volun­tarily take this path, considering the undeserved censure that surely accom­panies it, we don’t know). You probably believe that gays have the power to lure heterosexual people into likewise choosing to be non-heterosexuals. And then the human race might cease to exist because there wouldn’t be any babies born. (Of course, this might be cause for other species to celebrate.)

It’s been well established, of course, that gayness is not a choice. However, whether one is “pro gay” or “anti gay” clearly is up to individuals.

We still don’t know what the sup­porters of this Facebook post mean by “pro gay,” but we are certain that anyone who is “pro gay” doesn’t believe any of that “anti gay” nonsense. Instead, they believe that gay people are people like anyone else.

We have gotten no feedback from BLM organizers about whether they are “pro gay.” But we at the Free Press are happy to say unequivocally that we are. And we hope you are too.

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Take a visceral armchair cruise to Cape Horn

Now that pandemic-related restrictions are easing, travel is on the mind and here’s a book about one option that you may not have considered — a 16,000-mile sailing trip from Maine, down the Eastern Seaboard, across the Caribbean to the Panama Canal, and down the west coast of South America to Cape Horn.

BOUND FOR CAPE HORN BY RJ RUBADEAUNot the first idea that comes to mind? Too long, too wet, too…dangerous? Well, skip the lessons on using sextants and the correct way to jibe, and grab a copy of Bound for the Horn by Durango-area resident R.J. Rubadeau.

Get ready for a hearty, enjoyable, eye-opening, visceral, never-a-dull-moment arm­chair cruise. At times, beautiful. At others, harrowing.

In reality, Rubadeau and a rotating cast (of characters) broke the 174 days of sail­ing over 27 months. But it’s all relayed in seamless, rolling fashion as the pages turn as HOMEFREE, a Morris 51 built in Maine, makes its way relentlessly south. The saga is propelled by Rubadeu’s smooth and engag­ing prose.

“Twenty minutes later HOMEFREE was on her ear hammering along in white spray over the bow and a steep, short six-foot chop that built from nothing in a matter of min­utes. The thirty-plus knots of heavy chilling winds demanded a reef in the mainsail and a handkerchief of a staysail as our brave girl banged ahead clawing for each yard south … Keeping our backsides in contact with our seats took both hands and a couple of well-braced boots.”

Rubadeau makes a convincing case that sailing to and around Cape Horn — in any sailing craft — is the nautical equivalent of climbing Mt. Everest. No body of water has more extreme weather. Eight hundred ships have sunk in and around the horn. “If any place on earth has a spiritual essence, a con­sciousness, a presence in the lives of all sail­ors, it is here,” write Rubadeau.

The subtitle is Skills for Expedition Cruising so it’s not surprising to find cautionary tales about how to read the wind, set anchors, repair pumps, and tips for riding monster waves. But the technical detail (and jargon) is at a scant minimum. The main skills you need for expedition cruising, it turns out, are a keen sense of humor and an unflappable ability to always assume the next moment may be the worst moment.

Okay, that’s over-simplified. Some of the most engaging passag­es involve Rubadeau’s contemplations on teamwork, although he is endlessly self-effacing even as tem­peratures drop, as the storms gather, and as the destination ap­proaches. If you think rounding Cape Horn from the western side of South America is simply a matter of keeping Chile to port and around you go, zoom in on Google maps and check the treacherous network of canals, fjords, and narrow passageways that must be navigat­ed. You might prefer to be working your way up the Hillary Step. You’re not paddle-boarding on Lake Nighthorse in July — that’s for sure.

Rubadeau intersperses other adventures from his life, including years spent living in Unalakleet, Alaska; managing the Iditarod sled-dog race; and, as a youth, biking across country pretending to be an Aussie lad named Shepherd Clarke.

But the central narrative is the southward journey and the stops along the way to navigate bureau­cracies, restock the larder, and engage with the lo­cals. In the end Bound for Cape Horn offers the best kind of immersion expe­rience—one where you don’t want the journey to end.

Mark Stevens is the author of The Allison Coil Mystery Series. Book three in the series, Trapline, won the Colorado Book Award for Best Mystery. Stevens also hosts the Rocky Mountain Writer podcast for Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. He lives in Man­cos, Colo.

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Plant a row for a hungry someone

It was just about a year ago that I aborted my dream writing retreat in Arizona and rushed home to the uncertainties and unrealities of a COVID world. One of the first things I did when I got home was start a big garden. We are still eating the bounty from that garden as my root crop experiments in the hoop house overwintered beautifully. But now I am confronted with the question of what to plant in 2021 when I plan to be as far away from my garden as my vaccine will take me.

Reality is that I won’t be without a garden, especially when the first warm days of spring demand that I work the soil and plant something. But my plan is to be away from home a lot, so I need to plant a garden that is resilient and self-sufficient. Sounds a lot like the key words for 2020: “resilient” and “self-sufficient.” I thought I was done with all that.

The strategy for this year’s garden will be to plant with a hungry someone in mind. I want to plant food that potential garden tenders would like to eat and make it worth their while to venture out to my remote garden location. Particularly during the spring season when nights are still below freezing, and my automatic watering system might freeze. I’m going to need somebody to come out and hand-water every few days. How about early peas and carrots? Or early tomatoes? If I have something especially tasty I might entice an experienced gardener that would even pull a few weeds or take pity on my roses.

I think I’ll go with old reliable varieties and planting strategies. No wild experiments this year. Best to plant veggies that are recognizable and won’t get ignored or pulled as weeds. I am also going to plant a row for the hungry. This could include an extra row of carrots for hungry rabbits and voles, but most importantly, for hungry people. Perhaps an extra mound or two of winter squash, since I have loads of saved seeds, I could grow something that would make a delicious soup, pie, or easy-to-store food gift.

There’s no need to go to big expense to plant an extra row. I usually use my own saved seeds or a seed packet that didn’t make it into the fall garden and will expire soon. There are free seeds available from many local sources, including public libraries and seed-share organizations such as Montezuma Seed Share. (They are currently seeking seeds for their share program if you find a stash of seeds during your spring garden cleaning).

Remember the goal of this enterprise is to grow food, not just an extra row of produce. Consider growing food that is easy to eat raw, such as carrots, or easily converts into a tasty meal, such as squash or potatoes. Even better, take the time and effort to convert your extra row into a part of a meal for someone hungry. Tune into your own need network through your church, book club, or neighborhood, i.e. Did you hear Thelma’s niece had a baby? You can sign up for the dinner tree even if you don’t know that family personally. You may get to know them better through your famous zucchini bread.

It is also possible to “go pro” with your food-sharing by donating your extra produce to local food banks and soup kitchens. But before you dump your bounty on them, be sure to read and understand their donation requests carefully. You don’t need to contribute to food waste.

Even if you don’t grow it – you can help harvest it. There are local gleaning groups and clubs that organize volunteers to pick fruit and glean gardens during the crunch harvest season. Another way to “plant an extra row” is to volunteer some extra time at the food bank or soup kitchen to help organize, pack, and handle the produce that is coming in from ambitious growers. It won’t get to the hungry some ones without this important work.

Even if you don’t grow a garden, plan on giving away food this year. Next time you are staring at your pandemic pantry and can’t face another can of tuna that you dutifully toted home from Costco, load the rest of the case back in your car and donate it to the food bank before it expires. Then take yourself out to lunch at a local restaurant, knowing that you planted a seed for local food security.

Carolyn Dunmire gardens, cooks, and writes in Cahone, Colo.

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What was your answer?

Last month I left you with a question, remember? It went something like “how would your life be impacted if the entire county lost all electric power for six months?”

Well, what did you come up with? Right off we know the lights would go off and the TV wouldn’t come on, then you’d notice the refrigerator is not working and the stove and furnace won’t light. What is that strange sound? It is the sound of silence! That is very spooky to the flatland city folks that have moved in here when the grass was green and the birds were chirping. Immediately panic begins to set in. The power has been off for over 15 minutes, why hasn’t somebody fixed it? Do they expect me to take a shower in cold water?

What many do not realize is how much we depend upon electricity to maintain our basic lifestyles of today. For example, how do you gas up your car? It is by an electric pump with an electronic payment system. This would also impact your portable emergency generator when it runs out of gas. Even your water availability is affected as pumps, treatment and distribution has electronic controls. The big disaster will be when you can’t recharge your smartphone, oh mercy me!

There are just a lot of things you don’t realize you take for granted that you think someone will make sure you get what you want, when you want it. Electricity is one of those, just like water, turn the faucet and voila, there it is! Well, maybe not!

The need or want for electricity in our modern everyday lives is right up there with water, food and air these days. The challenge is how do we effectively harness and use the electric energy that is all around us in the creation that we are a part of for a little while?

We have built generators to harness the energy around us and make it temporarily available for heating, lighting, communication, and motors that we all take for granted that they are just there and always will be. Well, surprise, surprise, recently much of the country awoke on the chilly side and many people missed their hot shower. What happened? Many “green” generators failed and turned blue with the cold. The electric “grid” could not meet the demand due to so many non-green generators having been shut down. It was reported that the Texas power grid was within 4 minutes and 37 seconds of a total collapse that would take many weeks or longer to restore. You have heard of “demand management.” Well, that did not work well for many in Texas that got electric bills for up to $10,000 for the month, and they got little or no electricity from the system.

Are we learning anything from this recent natural weather event that has affected so many lives recently? Probably not, but we should. To begin with, we have to realize that man does not control the environment, although Bill Gates and environmental NGOs think they do. Man must use the intellect God gave him (some missed the free handout day) to survive what the environment throws at us.

Most do not realize how convoluted and fragile the electric grid is. Every day, most states have power failures somewhere. They can be minor to major. On Feb. 22, when I started writing this, 48 out of 50 states had failures. The top five were Washington, Kentucky, Oregon, Texas and Mississippi for total of at least 72,547 people out of electricity in just those five states. On that day, Colorado had 222 out of service. We are becoming more electrified while taking more dependable generation facilities out of production, leaving no backups while raising the cost to the consumer. What is wrong with this picture?

It is interesting how we are so concerned what we are doing to the environment, that we don’t prepare for what the environment can and is doing to us. The sun produces solar storms that emit electromagnetic waves or impulses that can and do damage electronic equipment. First recorded one was in 1859 when a major solar storm took out the telegraph equipment all across the U.S., melting telegraph lines, keys and severely shocking many operators. This was named the “Carrington Event.” With today’s sensitive equipment, a similar storm would cause unimaginable damage for very long periods of time to rebuild.

In fact, in July 2012, NASA and European spacecraft watched an extreme solar storm erupt from the sun and narrowly miss the Earth. “If it had hit, we would still be picking up the pieces,” announced Daniel Baker of the University of Colorado at a NOAA Space Weather Workshop two years later.

It would behoove us to look into developing some local level of electrical generation for emergency back-up and extra support for high demand times. Solar is nice, but not at night when the high demand time is up in winter months.

One source that is ignored is a municipal solid waste (MSW) power plant. There are 75 such plants operating in 25 states, mostly back East. Last year the landfill took in 22,664.84 tons, or 436 tons per week, of MSW. An average of 85 percent is burnable as fuel to produce 550 kilowatt hours per ton.

Last year we paid $1.3 million to simply bury that fuel. This is all considered “renewable” fuel. In addition to power there can be marketable byproducts. It is always better to gain control over your own destiny rather than leaving it in the hands of those who seek to control you with a political pen!

Dexter Gill is a retired forest manager who worked for private industry, three Western state forestry agencies, and the Navajo Nation forestry department. He writes from Lewis, Colo.

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An interesting psychological drama

National sovereignty and the legitimacy of our justice system versus the United Nations and the World Court was decided in Medellin v. Texas by the Supreme Court in 2008. In a 6-3 ruling the court made clear that no President could cede authority of our justice system to a foreign interest.

The essence of the case involved a Mexican national, Medellin, who was tried and found guilty of the kidnapping, brutal torture and rape, and murder of a 14-year-old Texas girl, and sentenced to death. The appeal to the U.S. Supreme Court was based on the premise that he had not been advised of his right to consult his consulate, as required by an international convention. This premise was backed by the Bush Administration and opposed by Texas. But the Supreme Court affirmed the Texas court’s verdict and Medellin’s sentence was carried out. Interestingly, Justice Stevens, one of the Supreme Court’s most liberal justices, concurred in that decision. America could use more of that ability to recognize what seems obvious instead of retreating into the political dogma of today.

Whatever one thinks of President Trump, he has become a symbol of national sovereignty. On Jan. 26, 2018, Trump spoke at the World Economic Forum at Davos, Switzerland. In that speech he drew a line in the sand that clearly delineated America’s right to self-interest and self-preservation.

“We support free trade, but it needs to be fair and it needs to be reciprocal because in the end unfair trade undermines us all. The United States will no longer turn a blind eye to unfair economic practices, including massive intellectual property theft, industrial subsidies, and pervasive state-led economic planning.” Trump went on to say, “as President of the United States, I will always protect the interests of our country, our companies, and our workers.”

It is my opinion that is why globalization elites went after Donald Trump with a vengeance. I have never witnessed anything like it, and I have a few reservations about some of Donald Trump’s personality traits. I didn’t vote for him in 2016. As I mentioned in a previous column, I felt neither major party nominees resonated with my sense of civility and good governance in an election cycle that had none.

The events of this last election cycle are propelling us into a deeper divide. A nation that is dedicated to self-government needs to reassert that founding principle through thoughtful analysis and reasonable actions against a tsunami of psychological warfare.

Former Microsoft Chief Steve Ballmer recently said in a New York Times interview, “It is troubling to me – very troubling – that people don’t believe government numbers.” Mr. Ballmer is the founder of a nonprofit called USA Facts.

I don’t know what to make of Steve Ballmer’s wonderment. Americans have reasons to become openly skeptical at a government that betrays their oaths to uphold our Constitution and our Bill of Rights on a regular basis.

There are polls that show significant numbers of Americans believe there was election fraud and the government doesn’t care.

The use of psychological-backed propaganda has reached epic proportions in our election cycles. William Webster, former director of the CIA, is credited with saying that the CIA would know its disinformation campaign was successful when a majority of Americans believed it over facts.

Mainstream corporate media giants are constantly replaying a single source video clip of the January 6th attack on the Capitol to buttress the argument that it was Donald Trump and his supporters who carried out the attack and the second impeachment of Donald Trump was justified. If you repeat a narrative enough it can be effective in convincing enough individuals to win an argument, regardless of the veracity of that narrative. The sad truth is more people can be swayed by images over a written speech, which is what makes the digital age so dangerous. Take the time to read President Trump’s speech of January 6th for yourself. Then, ask yourself if that seemed an impeachable offense or was it just an indescribable hatred focused on destroying a political opponent? We are only just beginning to assemble the facts surrounding the events of Jan. 6, 2021.

Transnational corporations’ loyalties do not owe allegiance to any one country as they endeavor to bend the world to their will.

The future of America as a free, independent country is now at risk. Ask yourself what you believe in and how you will respond to a cascade of disinformation designed to erode that firewall known as the Constitution of the United States and its Bill of Rights.

Will you sacrifice your rights or will you stand up?

Valerie Maez writes from Lewis, Colo.

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She gave back to the school that would have told her no

March 8 is International Women’s Day. March has been designated Women’s History Month. During March we celebrate the contributions women have made and recognize the specific achievements they have made in history in a variety of areas.

OSEOLA MCCARTY

Oseola McCarty

Here are nine facts about issues facing women and girls around the world, put together by Global Giving. Maybe we have not come such a long way, baby! What can you do to support women in their fight for equality?

  1. An extra year of education can help a girl earn 15-25 percent more as an adult. Source: UNICEF
  2. Educated mothers are more than twice as likely to send their children to school. Source: UNICEF
  3. 130 million girls are out of school worldwide. Source: UNESCO
  4. Girls who complete secondary school are 3 times less likely to become child brides.Source: Girls Not Brides
  5. Globally, there are 750 million women and girls who were married before they turned 18. Source: United Nations
  6. At least 117 countries and territories still have no laws to protect girls from child marriage. Source: United Nations Gender Equality Initiative
  7. Domestic violence—just one form of gender-based violence—is costlier than warfare, with a worldwide annual cost of $8 trillion. Source: Copenhagen Consensus Center
  8. Domestic violence is not yet considered a crime in more than 20 countries. Source: World Bank
  9. Women make nearly 20 percent less than men, and they won’t reach pay equity with men until 2059, if the slow pace of progress on the pay gap persists. Source: AAUW

Oseola McCarty was born on March 7, 1908, in Wayne County, Miss. Hers was not an easy life and her beginning tragic. Her mother was raped in rural Mississippi as she was returning from tending a sick relative. Little Oseola was raised by her grandmother and aunt, who both cleaned houses, took in laundry and cooked.

When she was young she would come home from elementary school and iron clothes, putting all the money she earned away in her doll buggy. The three women relied on each other. When her aunt returned home from a hospitalization unable to walk, Oseola dropped out of sixth grade to take care of her and take up her share of the work as a washerwoman. She was never able to return to school, but she kept saving her meager earnings.

Oseola worked her entire life scrubbing and cleaning for others with lye soap, a scrub board and her bare hands. She was a washerwoman with the red, chapped hands and aching back that went along with her work.

“I would go outside and start a fire under my wash pot. Then I would soak, boil and wash a bundle of clothes. Then I would rub ‘em, wrench ‘em and rub ‘em again, starch ‘em and hang ‘em on the line. After I had all the clean clothes on the line, I would start on the next batch. I’d was all day and in the evenin’ I’d iron until 11:00. I loved the work. The bright fire. Watching the wet, clean cloth. White shirts shinin’ on the line. Hard work gives your life meaning. Everyone needs to work hard at somethin’ to feel good about themselves. Every job can be done well and every day has its satisfactions. If you want to feel proud of yourself you’ve got to do things you can be proud of.”

While she was unable to benefit from it, she recognized the value of education. In 1995, at the age of 87, she donated her life savings, $150,000 earned by the sweat of her brow, to the University of Southern Mississippi for a student scholarship program. When she was reminded that the university she was giving her money to what had been white-only until the 1960s, she answered with equanimity: “They used to not let colored people go out there. But now they do. And I think they should have it.” She said, “I want somebody’s child to go to college. I am giving it away so that the children won’t have to work so hard, like I did.” She became the most famous benefactor of the university.

Further reading: “Oral history with Miss Oseola McCarty,” University of Southern Mississippi Center for Oral History and Cultural Heritage (1997) lib.usm. edu/legacy/spcol/ coh/cohmccartyo. Html

“All She Has, $150,000, is Going to a University,” New York Times, Aug. 13, 1995, nytimes. com/1995/08/13/us/all-she-has-150000- is-going-to-a-university.html

Oseola McCarty’s own work, Simple Wisdom for Rich Living, edited by Shannon Maggio in 1996.

Margaret “Midge” Kirk is a slightly eccentric artist, writer, bibliophile, feminist scholar and hobby historian who lives in the SW corner of Colorado. She can be reached at eurydice4@yahoo.com or visit her website www.herstory-online.com.

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The final frontier

Homeowner’s log, Earth date 2020.02.21, 1200 hours: Once again, I must report the trespasses of my neighbor. Let’s continue to call him Jerry (which is not his real name) in case he surprises me by reading this newspaper, or reading anything at all. In this instance, his trespass is trespassing.

Jerry recently acquired a horse. That in itself is not a crime, so long as he didn’t steal it. I quite like having a horse in the neighborhood. One of the reasons I moved out of our dense urban areas in the first place was the distinct lack of wildlife in city life. Sure, the bears came round for tea with increasing regularity — but I wanted REAL animals for neighbors.

Be careful what you wish for: I got Jerry. And Jerry has decided my front yard is a thoroughfare for his horse.

Being such a tough guy, Jerry started riding his horse through my landscaping when I was not at home. I caught him in the act anyway. First, I saw the hoofprints in the dirt. They led straight to the horse, over there a ways, and Jerry sat atop the horse.

“Jerry,” I hollered, earning points for originality. “Did you just ride through here?”

“Yeah,” he hollered back — points, I suppose, for honesty.

“I don’t want you riding through here again,” I hollered back.

Jerry looked around. “I don’t see no fence,” he said, despite the line of hoof prints leading STRAIGHT THROUGH THE GATEWAY IN THE FENCE.

I hollered back something super polite, and he hollered back something about fighting, and I stood my ground like John Wayne only quieter, and he stared back, and I calculated whether I could get back inside my car faster than Jerry could run me down with his horse, and then he took his horse and went home.

All kinds of kudos for me. I set my boundaries. I defended my home. I bought a better gate. But judging by the continued hoof prints, Jerry continues not to get the message anytime I am not at home.

Part of me wishes we could sit down with a mediator, Jerry and me and his horse, and talk this through. But I left mediators behind in civilization with the bears. So I turned for help to my next best options: Captains Kirk and Picard.

I grew up without their guidance. In this world, there are Star Wars people, and everyone else. I still pretend to be Han Solo. But I finally, for the sake of my own cultural edification, and also because it’s now available on Netflix, decided to watch that other Star thing. So now I debate which one would better solve the incidents with my neighbor.

Kirk would seek a peaceful solution. He’d want to… understand… my neighbor and… communicate… however possible. Then he would punch Jerry several times, get captured in his dungeon, and escape by seducing his daughter.

Picard would also want a peaceful solution. He would hail Jerry and speak to him on a Zoom call. Then he would send a diverse selection of his ensemble cast to Jerry’s house for some cultural misunderstandings before ultimately resolving the impasse by asking Reading Rainbow to reroute the capacitor conductivity circuits through the inverse warp field motivator.

Neither approach sounds exactly right for me. Jerry is too large for me to punch effectively, and his daughter is not yet of age. Nor do I even have a capacitor conductivity circuit to reroute. But still — I can derive insights from both captains while I forge my own solution: Mean no harm. Communicate clearly and firmly. Seek harmony. Kiss any sexy aliens, or send my first officer to do so.

I’m a writer. All I have, really, is my words. Isn’t that how Starfleet captains, deprived of phasers and starships and story editors, would solve their problems? But Jerry is also a bully who may respond to a more physical presence. So I have resolved to establish peaceful relations with words made manifest: a No Trespassing sign.

But not just any ol’ ugly sign. I’m making my own that says it just like James T. or Jean-Luc would have, if they hadn’t had FCC censors. And I won’t make just one. I’ll manufacture dozens of them, and give them to all the other neighbors who contend with Jerry. And since the sign won’t reference him directly by name—if he reads himself into “Don’t be a dick,” that’s on him—I can sell them to everyone who doesn’t want to deal with their own Jerrys anymore. (Taking preorders now!)

Then I’ll have moderately more income than I do now, which won’t matter in the long run because we do away with the need for personal wealth long before the 24th century anyway. But in the meantime, I’ll live a more secure, contented, and peaceful life. Presuming Jerry’s horse can read.

Zach Hively writes from Abiquiu, N.M. He can be read and reached through http://zachhively.com and on Twitter @zachhively.

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The Age of Reason

I like my wayback machine. It sweeps me back to beginnings, so that I might find a solid footing on this curious curvaceous path of American history. So I want to go back to the renaissance, back to the enlightenment, back to the Western civilization birth of reason- the rational mind. This was a big deal back then. It exploded the previous dark-age open in a burst of light. We call that time the “enlightenment,” for a good “reason.”

It just so happened that our founders were immersed in that age, and in the creativity bursting forth. I want to focus in on just a few of the understandings that came to light. I think it was John Locke who claimed that a person is an end in him/her (no her then) self, not just a vassal for another’s interests.

This sounds obvious now, but was radical then. No prince would lower himself to the level of his peasant workers, and see human equality there. Yet, somehow, the idea of equality found its way into our founding structures.

Then there was the notion that rational people could work out their differences without recourse to violence. They could rise above their base instincts. This was another radical idea – mind over emotion – to be reason-able.

Finally there was reason applied to justice, and to the laws that were enacted. The whimsy of a king no longer applied. Justice must be available to all, etc.

I know what you’re thinking: ‘This has obviously not worked out that well. Was the Age of Reason just wishful thinking?” I guess that might be, but consider that the very structures of our government and culture are built on those enlightenment principles. They are us. Yet they can be overwhelmed by ideological fantasy and force. Our structures are fragile indeed, and reason wavers on the brink these days.

Our founders were not unaware of the fragility of reason, but had no other option in their design of the Constitution and the Bill of Rights. They certainly didn’t have monarchy in mind (although some liked aristocracy). No, this had to be about “We the People.”

I’m writing this the weekend after the inauguration, and I have watched Reason stand its ground. It was/is the historic time of my life of soon to be 75 years. I’ve seen a lot in my time, but this past year is at the top of the list. I realize that a fantasy-land reality still stalks the scene, but the structures Reason built have held – at least for now. Hopefully we can now get around to dealing with our realities on the ground – too many to name. This I know: Reason Loves Understanding, Understanding Loves Relationship, and Relationship is all there Is. Therefore Reason must prevail if Relationship is to thrive. This just seems reason-able to me.

So hooray for the Age of Reason, may it forever trump fantasy and the denial of Truth, in its long and enduring struggle.

Chip Schoefter writes from Montezuma County, Colo.

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Have a good%$!# day!

Have you ever heard someone cussing and thought that they resorted to such language because of not being smart enough to express themselves any other way?

Yup, you’re not alone. But science has something to tell you: %$&$ you.

A psychology professor at the Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts believes the exact opposite. Professor emeritus Timothy Jay says swearing may actually be a sign of higher intelligence.

Oh, fudge! Who the +*%# knew that?

Jay says there are many advantages to swearing.

A 2015 study that he authored suggested that people with higher intelligence come up with a wider variety of curse words than those of lower IQ.

The study involved normal people who were given three letters and asked to write as many words as they could in an allotted time. Then they were asked to take those three letters and come up with cuss words for them.

The people who came up with the most regular words also managed to come up with a more vulgar vocabulary.

But it’s not just a sign of intelligence. Oh, #!@# no! It also demonstrates good social skills because you know when it is appropriate to use cuss words and when it is not.

Another thing swearing indicates is honesty, according to Jay. (Which reminds me, if anyone wants to buy beachfront property in Arizona, contact me!)

Need an example? What about General Custer? If one of his scouts had told him, “General, there’s a lot of &$#& Indians down there!” Custer may have thought twice at the Little Bighorn.

If you think about it, a swear word used artfully here and there would spice anything you had to say.

Would more progress have been made in civil rights if Martin Luther King had said, “I have a #$$%%* dream!”

And what would Russia have thought if John F. Kennedy had declared, “The %$@! torch has been passed to a new &*%@ generation!”

So go ahead, throw down an F-bomb or a scatological reference – show people how intelligent and honest you really are.

Maybe you’re thinking, “Wow, I didn’t know swearing was so good for you!”

Well, that’s not all! Order before midnight tonight and you’ll also get – a release from pain, more endurance and show your creativity.

Yep, a study found that people who swear can endure more pain than those that do not. And for longer periods of time.

Yeah, right, tell that to my (bleep)ing back.

Did you know that cursing is also a good defensive weapon? Instead of throwing haymakers, tossing out a profanity-laced string of ancestral references or anatomically impossible sexual suggestions helps to release stress and anger.

Okay, you are starting to believe me. But you have one question: What is this bullcrap about cussing demonstrating creativity?

Well, the right side of the brain is considered the creative side. Studies have found that people who suffer strokes on their right side become less able to tell or understand a joke, become less emotional and stop swearing – even if they swore a lot before the stroke.

Now, full disclosure, I have suffered two strokes – the last one in January – so maybe I am less creative and can no longer tell a joke. So, if you don’t find this column humorous, I have a suggestion for you:

Kiss my #$$.

John Christian Hopkins lives in Sanders, Ariz., with his wife, Sararesa. He is a veteran journalist – but never an enemy of the people – and a former nationally syndicated columnist. He is the author of many books, including “Carlomagno: Adventures of the Pirate Prince of the Wampanoag.” He is a member of the Narragansett Indian Tribe of Rhode Island.

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Loaded words

Usually I can see how harsh reality is gilded with a precious layer of the absurd, but what happened on January 6th in our nation’s Capitol has left me uneasy: five dead and a mob of terrorists still loose, still threatening more violence.

Back in 2016, before the shadow of a Trump presidency dimmed the critical thinking of nearly half our voting population, Trump couldn’t resist boasting: “They say I have the most loyal people — did you ever see that? Where I could stand in the middle of 5th Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters. It’s like incredible.”

Maybe he was just saying the idea out loud to explore its impact, repeating perhaps a few bytes of social media hype to test how it charged his audience. His followers surely believed he was praising them, but if you reread what he said more carefully, his boast already disclosed his obsession— not with loyalty to his followers but with a lethal speculation about controlling their votes. He wouldn’t actually shoot somebody, would he? Except for his rhetoric, he’s not a killer? Except for his rhetoric.

Words have a trajectory. Whatever is said has a target, intended or not, and repetition magnifies velocity. The late John Lennon once playfully remarked during a 1966 interview that the Beatles were more popular than Jesus. The British public chuckled at the comparison, because rock music had topped the charts with unprecedented popularity. Rock was on a roll.

But when Lennon’s words appeared in the American media, a bevy of Christians took issue. Radio stations refused to play the Beatles’s music. Bonfires incinerated the Beatles in effigy, their albums and their photos. These people felt the Blasphemous- Four needed to be taught a lesson in humility.

Lennon offered an apology and tried to clarify what he’d meant, but it’s nearly impossible to take your words back once you’ve uttered them: “If I had said television is more popular than Jesus, I might have got away with it, but I just happened to be talking to a friend and I used the word ‘Beatles’… I said it in that way which is the wrong way.”

Trump is hardly an equivalent to the Beatles. He rejects the notion of accepting responsibility for anything gone wrong, making public apologies, or even acknowledging the collateral damage his rhetoric inflicts. In his mind it’s all a sign of weakness.

His career has been based on incendiary speech. While campaigning for president in 2016 all the way to leaving office in 2021 he has spawned a hatch of over 74 million misdirected irritations. Many of them are still itching for a fight. Some still think a second, or third, or even fourth assault on America might be the charm, and his non-nuanced mob-triggered chants, posters, and T-shirts hit like bullets with point blank accuracy.

According to the online Free dictionary, to “shoot (one’s) mouth off ” is to speak without discretion; to speak too loudly or freely, especially about sensitive topics or information.

It would be perverse to suggest that Trump is the only person in America with this problem. But as president, elevated to the nation’s highest office, his language possesses the range of artillery. He has the power to choose his words, and to soothe the beast he created. Instead, he settles for inciting sedition against our constitutional process and our democratic principles of law. His obsession with authority only works if he can stoke our nation’s fear, intensify its anger, and further divide the country. What better strategy than pointing his scattergun at our nation’s Capitol building and pulling the trigger.

Trump and his supporters defend themselves by kissing the flag and leaning on the Constitution’s first amendment, claiming free speech is their armor, their protection. While the Constitution protects citizens, prohibiting our government’s assault on what we say, it does not abide spreading conspiracies, threats, and lies intended to mislead, intimidate, or do harm. That’s not what free speech is about, that’s a strategy for tyranny.

Trial by fire is how we tragically learned that a man without a whit of political experience becomes an ineffective leader. Trump’s obvious lack of knowledge about how government works cannot be overstated. His rudimentary knowledge of the Constitution and disdain for what he has sworn an oath to uphold as president is a dismal reminder that we can no longer believe in a solemn promise to guarantee a peaceful transition of power.

Trump will have had a four-year education at public expense on what the Constitution actually says, and how law actually works. If we do not constitutionally bar him from taking public office once more, we will perhaps render our democracy a deadly disservice. If Trump the private citizen ever sets his sights on the White House again, opening his mouth to decry how unfairly he’s been treated, let us pray his rhetoric goes unheeded and he only manages to shoot himself in the foot.

David Feela, an award-winning poet, essayist, and author, writes from Montezuma County, Colo. See his works at http://feelasophy.weebly.com/

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The great victory on Feb. 16

It was a great victory for the forces of righteousness on Feb. 16. Thank goodness Lance McDaniel was recalled from his position on the Montezuma-Cortez Re-1 school board by a 2-1 margin.

This should put an end to the dire happenings that prompted the recall. True, McDaniel wasn’t accused of embezzling money, missing meetings, speaking rudely to the other members, or anything actually related to his duties on the board. But his sins were even more heinous. He voiced his personal opinions on social media. And he made a joke about the naming of a park in Cortez! Unforgivable.

No school-board member should ever be permitted to voice opinions on social media, because schoolchildren are absolutely fascinated by the views of school-board members and are eager to follow them on Facebook or wherever.

Now, thanks to the recall, the hundreds of children who we assume were following McDaniel’s posts will never want to see his opinions, likes or dislikes again. They will be safe from his progressive views.

McDaniel did a number of other bizarre and questionable things. He dressed up as Santa Claus at Christmas time and did 50 Zoom appearances for kids, in return expecting a donation to be made to the Four Corners Child Advocacy Center. Who would want someone like that in a position of authority?

And don’t forget that he regularly delivered pizza to a school lunch club devoted to addressing bullying and preventing suicide. McDaniel’s critics were rightly concerned about that practice.

We assume this recall will put an end to his “active involvement” with the club. It’s wrong for citizens to deliver pizza to school groups, unless the group getting the pizza is the Fellowship of Christian Athletes at MCHS. That’s different.

This vote needs to be publicized widely. Re-1 is in the process of looking for a new superintendent. Let’s make sure that all potential candidates hear about this recall. Once they see what serious kinds of issues our local citizens care about, potential superintendents should be eager to come here.

We hope there will be many more such recalls in our area. It taught all of us the way to behave. Let’s face it: Any time a person whose political views aren’t widely popular — someone who is different — is elected or appointed to a board, someone should do something about it, and right away. We can’t have diversity on boards, we need to fix that! Things go more smoothly if everyone thinks alike. And why wait until the next regularly scheduled election? There is way too much time between normal voting opportunities.

So get out, gather signatures, and launch a recall! It’s not difficult, most people will sign anything when asked. There are plenty of school districts and special districts in the area and they can easily afford to pony up the money for special elections. And our clerk and recorder’s office is very bored, with little to do otherwise.

Yes, Feb. 16 was a great victory. Hip, hip, hoorah!

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Shelter from the storm: Laurie Knutson discusses her final, pandemic-threatened year at the Bridge

THE BRIDGE SHELTER

Despite the pandemic, which closed some shelters across Colorado, the Bridge in Cortez
managed to continue offering services in the facility it opened in 2019. Photo by Gail Binkly.

In 2019, when the Bridge Shelter opened the doors on its brand-new facility at 735 N. Park St. in Cortez, organizers anticipated it would continue providing shelter to people in need, as it had been doing since 2006, while also offering new transitional housing and operating the Day Labor Center. What they didn’t anticipate was a worldwide pandemic.

In the face of a virus that affects its victims very differently – some people not even knowing they have it, others becoming so ill they require hospitalization, while others are killed by it – how would it be possible for the Bridge to continue operating?

Yet somehow it did.

“This has been a strange year,” Executive Director Laurie Knutson told the Four Corners Free Press.

There were some shelters in the state that didn’t open this year. But although its Day Labor Center had to simply close down for the duration, the Bridge continued offering overnight housing during the traditional season, which is from mid-October to the end of April.

There had to be some definite adjustments. “We set up protocols to come in,” Knutson said. “People were symptom-checked in the evenings. A lot of the time we did daily thermometer checks, but that isn’t the most reliable test so I don’t think we kept that up.”

Every Tuesday night, EMS workers came over to do mandatory testing for COVID-19 as well.

And then there had to be restrictions because of lockdowns taking place in locations such as the Navajo Nation, where the pandemic was having a devastating impact.

“With the restrictions because of COVID and with the Navajo Nation wanting people to shelter in place, we have discouraged people from coming back and forth. They can’t come to town for a week, leave, go home, then come back. We told them, ‘We don’t want you bringing an infection here and we don’t want you taking infections from town going out.’

“So the people who aren’t social distancing, aren’t masking, aren’t able to come. The changes were driven by public safety for people in our building and our staff.

“I never really thought that in the two years we’ve been open in this location that at the end of one year we would have to put people in ‘shelter in place’.”

The Bridge continued to accept inebriated clients if they were willing to follow the rules – something that makes it unusual among shelters, many of which accept only sober clients.

However, the Bridge evolved out of an all-volunteer effort launched in Cortez in the late 1990s whose goal was to keep people, many of them drunk, from freezing to death in the city’s parks and open spaces. Over time the Bridge came to house a clientele that is mostly sober, but it still remains true to its original mission and will accept persons under the influence.

“We are not discouraging the inebriated,” Knutson said.

Despite all the risks posed by the coronavirus, the shelter managed to remain open and to keep its clients and staff fairly healthy. They did have three people who contracted the virus.

“One was in the shelter – she was quarantined,” Knutson said. “Another from an apartment in transitional living was quarantined, and a staff member got infected by someone showing up without a mask and screaming in their face. All of them recovered. No one was very symptomatic at all.”

In a couple of months, at the end of April, the shelter will close for the season. That will mark the end of Knutson’s eight-year tenure. In February, she announced her retirement.

“It’s been really an honor and a privilege to have this job at this organization’s time of history,” Knutson said. “There are not many EDs (executive directors) who get to oversee a new build, and that was huge because it set up new services for us.”

One major addition was offering transitional housing. Apartments are available on the shelter’s second floor for people who are ready to take steps toward obtaining their own housing out in the community.

“It’s been a treat to see how transitional housing has worked,” Knutson said. “Most on the second floor have succeeded. Some were asked to leave and some left because they were ready for community housing.

“People on the first floor ask, ‘What do I need to do to get up there?’ and they either meet expectations or they don’t.” There have been nationwide concerns about the pandemic’s effects on lower-income citizens, many of whom have faced job losses, a decline in income, and the possible loss of their homes. Moratoriums on evictions have helped people maintain places to stay, but Knutson worries about whether the future will bring a dramatic increase in homelessness.

“It hasn’t happened yet locally,” she said. “I am concerned that it will happen. Even if they extend the eviction moratoriums, it’s not forgiveness of rent, so when they have to pay the rent back there will be some huge bills and I don’t know what will happen at that point. There will be families and individual people involved and that will happen across the country.

“I don’t know what’s going to be seen in another six months. I am glad people have been able to not be evicted but they still have to pay and I don’t know how you dig out from nine months of rent.”

Knutson said she is pleased to see some affordable-housing projects happening in Cortez. The City Council recently gave approval to such a project to be built on Empire Street near the Cortez Apartments. Another affordable-housing project is going up at the site of the old Calkins school building.

However, it takes a while to construct those buildings. “There’s such a long delay before people can move into them,” she said.

“Any project that gets more affordable housing into the community is great. We will never have sufficient affordable housing to meet the demand, but everything that gets built helps.”

Knutson said the proposed hike in the federal minimum wage to $15 from its current level of $7.25 could help the working poor, but it could have unintended effects.

“Raising the minimum wage in and of itself solves some problems for people but it adds others. If you have been used to getting extended Medicaid, making more money may mean you have to spend thousands of dollars on marketplace health insurance, unless those two are tackled together.

“Similarly, your housing costs may increase if you’re in subsidized housing. If your other costs go up, how has your life improved except that eventually your Social Security will go up?”

Knutson said under the HUD Public Housing Program, if the minimum wage were increased to $15, “almost everybody in our apartments would be over income to stay here. Of the 18 people living upstairs, 11 are working and would have to pay a lot more rent or not be able to stay here at all.”

Another element is the fact that some states have minimum wages of their own that are above the federal minimum.

“ I think that workers should never be exploited so I support the overall increase, but it’s complicated. We’re at $12 minimum wage in Colorado, but there are places that are at the $7.25. You need to give Mississippi and Alabama a couple years to get up to $12.

If the minimum wage is increased, other changes need to be made in concert with that change, she said.

“If you could implement national health care and then raise the minimum wage that would be huge.”

Knutson said if she were 20 years younger she’d get a degree in public policy and work on such broader issues, but at 67 that isn’t an option for her. After the shelter closes at the end of April, she will “take a month to do nothing, then go on a road trip. I don’t know for sure where I’ll be or what I’ll be up to but I’m done with full- time working.” Knutson will be missed. She has drawn praise from a number of people for her work.

“Laurie has been amazing in her vision, compassion and leadership,” commented Donna Pharo of Cortez on Facebook in response to the announcement of Knutson’s retirement.

“She saved many lives!” wrote Beth Lamberson Warren of Durango,

“She will be missed. A terrific person.

Enjoy your retirement, Laurie,” wrote Larry Gessner of Dolores.

Published in March 2021

Migration time? Is the pandemic boosting real-estate sales in Montezuma County?

HOUSE IN DOLORES, COLORADO

This one-bedroom, one-bath (550 square feet) home in Dolores sold in the spring of 2020 after being listed for only a few hours on the Cortez Swap & Sale Facebook page. Real estate in the local area seems to be selling with increased ease and for higher prices. Photo by Janneli F. Miller

Sam Jones, a long-time Durango resident, lost his job as a sound engineer due to the COVID-19 pandemic. He used to travel regularly to the Bay area in California to work concerts and other events, but he hasn’t been able to do so in a year.

The shutdown of live performances meant that Jones had no work, so he began looking for other options to make a living. He and his wife own a home in Durango and had operated their residence as a short-term rental so they could go back and forth between San Francisco and Durango, renting it out when they were absent as per his work schedule.

This gave him the idea of purchasing another property for rental purposes. He bought a home in Dolores in November 2020, and began remodeling it in January 2021, “because I think Dolores is going somewhere,” he told the Four Corners Free Press.

He had looked at properties in Bayfield, Durango and Dolores, but thought Dolores had the best investment potential. He found a 950-square-foot, two-bedroom home in Dolores that needed remodeling, as many do. The house, offered by Regents, was on the market for five days, and in that time the sellers received five full-price offers. Jones made an offer above the asking price, thus becoming the successful new owner of the downtown property.

“This gives me something to do,” he said. “I bought this home because I think the rental market is good here, and the resale market is only going to go up.” He is now doing the remodel himself with the help of a friend, explaining that – compared to the other places he searched – “this property was in my price range.” He decided to turn it into a long-term rental, specifically because of his short-term rental experience in Durango. Jones said both options would give him an income, but he thought this would be more practical.

“The short-term rental market in Dolores would be tricky,” he said. “I’m sure in the summer it would be gangbusters, but then in winter it would probably be empty. And then with short-term rentals you need to have someone available locally to clean and manage the property, and we couldn’t do that living in Durango.”

Jones was also aware of the town of Dolores’ recent discussion about regulating shortterm rentals, and said it would be easier to turn the property, which was owner-occupied for 66 years, into a long-term rental.

He is hoping to have the residence ready to rent by April, turning yet another owner-occupied home into a rental property. According to Rachel Vass, who operates short-term rentals in both Dolores and Cortez, “Dolores does not have a long-term rental shortage. Only 49.7 percent of Dolores houses are owner-occupied. That means around 250 in-town residences are either rentals or vacant.”

Vass got her numbers from the 2018 census. The American Community Survey (ACS), done in 2019 by the U.S. Census Bureau, reported a renter-occupied rate of 53.8 percent for Dolores, up almost 4 percent in one year. The Colorado renteroccupied rate for 2019 was 35.6 percent, which is similar to the national rate of 36.4 percent.

A quieter pace

Clearly Vass is correct in her assessment that Dolores does not have a long-rental shortage. Indeed, according to the most recent data available, there are more rentals in Dolores than owner-occupied households, yet it’s common to hear people complain that there are not enough rentals available.

Vass said this is because once someone gets into a long-term rental, they are likely to stay, making it appear that there’s a shortage of rentals even though there are plenty. But is Dolores typical of Montezuma County? What is going on with the real estate market? Has the pandemic influenced property sales?

Paul Beckler of Regents told the Free Press that he thinks the pandemic has influenced the local market.

“My personal impression with the COVID thing is that a lot of people who were maybe on the fence about leaving metro areas are now committing to that course of action and are looking for places that are more rural with a quieter pace of life.” He said that the inventory is down.

“There is not a whole lot out there for sale – less than this same time last year.”

A dream coming true

Katherine Dobson, an independent broker operating out of Mancos, agrees.

She told the Free Press, “I have had a number of prospective buyers who are now able to work from home and foresee that continuing, so it has expanded their options on where they can live. They are drawn to a rural area and it is possible for that dream to come true now rather than waiting until retirement.”

A Jan. 21 Durango Herald article by Patrick Armijo reports that the increase in telecommuting for work has resulted in increased sales in the high-end Durango market, corroborating the trend noticed by local Realtors.

Property prices are rising and inventory is limited in both La Plata and Montezuma counties, but the circumstances are quite different.

While both counties are seeing an increase in real estate prices, it is the high-end market driving the rise in La Plata County. Montezuma County, on the other hand, is seeing an increase in sales in all areas.

When the Free Press queried Dobson as to what was selling – in-town residences, vacant land, farm and ranch properties, or high end homes – she replied, “All of it!”

Jones mentioned that he couldn’t afford anything in Durango, where he resides, so he ended up buying in Dolores.

“There was nothing available in my price range in Durango,” he told the Free Press.

Less inventory

Real-estate markets typically fluctuate due to market pressures, and when there is limited availability combined with increased demand, prices rise. Beckler notes that “what we’re seeing is overall listings are down – because fewer people are selling. There is less inventory out there. In the last 12 months we’ve seen prices come up.” Dobson said, “Median sale prices in Montezuma County are up over 50 percent in the last year!”

The ACS, which aggregates national statistics and provides comparisons, shows the 2019 median price of a home in Cortez at $149,600, which is 43 percent lower than the Colorado average.

For the four years between 2015 and 2019, Cortez had a 72 percent owner-occupied rate, higher than that of both Mancos at 53 percent and Dolores, which had the lowest owner-occupied rate with half of intown households as rentals.

Up by half

The Colorado Real Estate Network (CREN) established in 2005, is a regional multiple listing service (MLS) service providing member Realtors with communication tools for buying, selling, leasing or auctioning properties within the region. A part of their service is to put out monthly market updates. The January 2021 update for Montezuma County shows that the median sales price in January 2021 was $275,472, an increase of 54.1 percent from 2020.

The median sales price for Mancos, according to ACS, was $174,100, while in Dolores it was $162,800. Median prices reflect the halfway point between the highest and lowest sales. However, aggregated data can be confusing, and numbers fluctuate quite a bit. For instance, the ACS data for 2019 shows a median sales price in Cortez at $149,600, the CREN shows a significantly higher median sales price of $275,472, and realtor. com shows the median listing price in Cortez at $196,800. There is a difference between median listing prices and actual sales prices, but overall there is an upward trend in sales prices for the region.

Dobson thinks that the price increase is “likely more due to low interest rates and an increasing interest in the area which was happening prior to COVID-19.” She told the Free Press that “there certainly seem to be a lot more buyers looking for properties.”

Beckler concurred, telling the Free Press that there are more people looking to buy and submit offers. He said this is “even different than three months ago – in the middle of winter, from Thanksgiving to New Year’s, things were a little bit slower, which is typical since nobody likes to move in the winter time.”

Listing prices do not reflect either actual value or sales pricing, but it’s what consumers see when they start looking to buy. Listing prices in Montezuma County have a median price of $215,000 for January 2021, with an average price per square foot of $164. This is significantly lower than La Plata County, which has a median listing price of $439,000 and average price per square foot of $278.

Over in San Miguel County the listing prices are even higher, with the median at $950,000 and a price per square foot of $804. Dolores County comes in with the lowest prices in the region, a median listing price of $135,000 and average price per square foot of $135.

This won’t be surprising to residents of the Four Corners, who know that it’s a lot more affordable to buy and live in Cortez or Dove Creek than it is in Durango and Telluride. Yet the lifestyle in Montezuma County provides similar outdoor recreational opportunities and amenities, and lately people are choosing the small towns over busier places.

Beckler said “I think this has been a trend for a while, not only due to COVID. People are wanting a quieter pace of life. They are seeking to leave congested areas busy with traffic and noisy. They want a quiet pastoral kind of life and that’s why they move here.” Dobson explained, “Most of my buyers last year were from Colorado, many from the Front Range. Also, locals are looking to expand into a larger property or invest in a rental property.”

Jones ended up in this category due to COVID-19 and a lost job, but as noted earlier, telecommuting has had an impact, as has the recent increase in visitors to the area due to the pandemic (See articles in the July 2020 and October 2020 Free Press).

Moving to the valley

The reporter spoke to two couples who had visited the area in the summer and then returned to purchase property. One, from Minnesota, stayed in a short-term rental in Dolores over the summer, and the other visited friends and returned to rent in town while looking for a place to buy. While anecdotal, these people’s experience and decisions are reflected in the local real estate and rental markets.

Beckler told the Free Press that the Dolores River Valley has been a particularly hot area for property sales. “Not a lot of people are wanting to buy a vacation home in downtown Cortez, but those who have driven through the area on the scenic skyway are finding that it is actually attainable to buy property south of Rico, and that has driven up the prices.” Listings are down, there are fewer properties available, and so now when something comes up, it usually sells quickly these days.

“Things are selling fast,” said Beckler.

“Properties are going under contract very quickly when they are listed,” Dobson agreed.

Beckler continued, “People are getting focused in this environment of competition, and they’re more willing to make a move than to sit back and wait. We now have multiple offer scenarios, where several buyers are all submitting an offer to the seller.” Dobson said everyone in the real estate industry – lenders, appraisers, home inspectors and so on – is super busy, so it is now taking longer to close on a home. Jones bought his property before Thanksgiving, but it didn’t close until January.

Less interest in land

Is there anything that isn’t selling? Becker said land prices are not increasing at the same rate as residential homes, and there are more opportunities to purchase vacant land. However, there is not as much demand, because “most people who buy vacant land do so to build, but the cost of building supplies has increased so much it has made it prohibitive.”

The pandemic has definitely had an impact on local real estate sales, as well as the rental market. Whether or not it is the main driver in the recent uptick in real estate prices locally, the word has definitely gotten out that Montezuma County, with its “pastoral” lifestyle including scenic vistas, varied outdoor recreational opportunities, and friendly small towns, is an affordable option for those looking to relocate, own their own home, or invest in property to supplement their incomes.

Published in March 2021

The great victory on Feb. 16

It was a great victory for the forces of righteousness on Feb. 16. Thank goodness Lance McDaniel was recalled from his position on the Montezuma-Cortez Re-1 school board by a 2-1 margin.

This should put an end to the dire happenings that prompted the recall. True, McDaniel wasn’t accused of embezzling money, missing meetings, speaking rudely to the other members, or anything actually related to his duties on the board. But his sins were even more heinous. He voiced his personal opinions on social media. And he made a joke about the naming of a park in Cortez! Unforgivable.

No school-board member should ever be permitted to voice opinions on social media, because schoolchildren are absolutely fascinated by the views of school-board members and are eager to follow them on Facebook or wherever.

Now, thanks to the recall, the hundreds of children who we assume were following McDaniel’s posts will never want to see his opinions, likes or dislikes again. They will be safe from his progressive views.

McDaniel did a number of other bizarre and questionable things. He dressed up as Santa Claus at Christmas time and did 50 Zoom appearances for kids, in return expecting a donation to be made to the Four Corners Child Advocacy Center. Who would want someone like that in a position of authority?

And don’t forget that he regularly delivered pizza to a school lunch club devoted to addressing bullying and preventing suicide. McDaniel’s critics were rightly concerned about that practice. We assume this recall will put an end to his “active involvement” with the club. It’s wrong for citizens to deliver pizza to school groups, unless the group getting the pizza is the Fellowship of Christian Athletes at MCHS. That’s different.

This vote needs to be publicized widely. Re-1 is in the process of looking for a new superintendent. Let’s make sure that all potential candidates hear about this recall. Once they see what serious kinds of issues our local citizens care about, potential superintendents should be eager to come here.

We hope there will be many more such recalls in our area. It taught all of us the way to behave. Let’s face it: Any time a person whose political views  aren’t widely popular — someone who is different — is elected or appointed to a board, someone should do something about it, and right away. We can’t have diversity on boards, we need to fix that! Things go more smoothly if everyone thinks alike. And why wait until the next regularly scheduled election? There is way too much time between normal voting opportunities.

So get out, gather signatures, and launch a recall! It’s not difficult, most people will sign anything when asked. There are plenty of school districts and special districts in the area and they can easily afford to pony up the money for special elections. And our clerk and recorder’s office is very bored, with little to do otherwise.

Yes, Feb. 16 was a great victory. Hip, hip, hoorah!

Published in Editorials

Recall costs $21,000

Montezuma-Cortez School District Re-1 has been billed $21,256 for the Feb. 16 recall of school-board member Lance McDaniel.

The bill from the county clerk and recorder’s office includes the cost of the mail ballots and envelopes, postage for sending them out, tabulation, employee overtime, mail-ballot processing, the public notice, and the services of attorney Michael Green for acting as judge during a protest filed against the recall.

McDaniel was successfully recalled by a vote of 2,776 to 1,387, a more than 2-1 decision, although the percentage of ballots returned was low. He would have faced a regular re-election vote in November 2021.

The stated reasons behind his recall were fairly vague. The petition supporting the recall stated he had shown a “lack of leadership,” and criticized him for his left-leaning social-media posts.

McDaniel was very unpopular among conservatives, including three members of the school board who signed the petition to launch the recall. During a board meeting via Zoom on Oct. 20, an anonymous caller who broke into the meeting threatened that he would “rape all your [McDaniel’s] daughters.” The call was investigated by law enforcement but the perpetrator was not found.

The Four Corners Free Press came out against the recall in an editorial.

School-board positions are unpaid.

Published in Breaking News

A house of cards

Catherine Austin Fitts has been shedding light in the dark world of global economic elites for over three decades. Her credentials are impressive. She received her Bachelor of Arts from the University of Pennsylvania and her MBA from the Wharton School of Economics. In 1982, she was the driving force to use Public Utilities Bonds to revitalize the New York Subway system. In 1986 she became the first woman to be appointed as the Managing Director of Dillion, Read & Company. From 1988-1990, she served as Assistant Secretary of Housing and Urban Development in the Bush Administration. After a conflict with HUD Director Jack Kemp, she left government service and founded Hamilton Securities which was an employee owned brokerage house. In 1993, Hamilton Securities won a HUD contract to manage its $500 billion investment portfolio. It was Fitts who devised a software program called Community Wizard to manage that portfolio.

In 1997 HUD canceled the contract claiming accounting errors and launched an investigation. Catherine Fitts maintained that her software program had revealed that some federally guaranteed mortgage securities were being fraudulently issued. While perhaps not directly connected, it is important to remember that this time period paralleled the rise of the subprime mortgage spree that collapsed in 2008. The investigation was closed in 2002 by investigators stating they found no evidence of wrongdoing by Fitts and her company. That 5 year investigation cost Fitts her company and a sizable portion of her personal income.

Undaunted, Catherine Fitts founded Solari, an investment consulting firm, in 2002, and still runs it as of 2020.

In a 2004 article for World Affairs: The Journal of International Issues, Catherine Fitts wrote this: “evidence that a very large portion of the nation’s wealth is being illegally diverted since several decades into, secret, unaccountable channels and programmes with unspecified purposes, including covert operations and subversions abroad and clandestine military R&D at home. Public institutions have been infiltrated and taken over by shadowy groups in the service of powerful private and vested interests, often at the expense of the common good.” I don’t know about you, but Edward Snowden came to my mind when I read about this.

Along with Mark Skidmore, a Michigan State University economist, Fitts issued a report in 2017 that outlined $21 trillion in unauthorized spending by both HUD and the Department of Defense, over a span of 17 years. Let that amount sink in. Twenty-one trillion dollars from unsuspecting American citizens.

In a lengthy interview with mit deutshen Untertiteln on You Tube, Fitts provides a provocative look at the economics of a planetary lockdown that I think, given her credentials, deserves widespread consideration. The interview is in English.

In that interview, Fitts discusses that while the U.S. dollar is the reserve currency, Central Bankers and the International Monetary Fund want a new system that isn’t quite ready for prime time. To exterminate the old and bring in a new transaction system that is all digital, it would essentially require a health care crisis so large that it allows people to fear an invisible enemy. So much so, as to allow them to forgo their constitutional rights and turn to government for salvation. COVID- 19, she postulates, allows the transition from a democratic process to a technocrat totalitarianism. COVID-19 is allowing the consolidation of power to the top 1 percent that controls the wealth of the world.

Small businesses on the main streets of America are deemed unessential in this crisis by the government and are forced to close. Amazon and other corporations increase their market share exponentially as all those smaller businesses are dependent on credit systems to maintain their livelihoods that are no longer available.

In this economic war, Fitts maintains that tech billionaires have increased their wealth by 27 percent in the last year alone. She also points out that Amazon, owned by Jeff Bezos, wasn’t profitable until they shared their data mining operations with the government. For those of you who might not know, Bezos also owns The Washington Post, and is the nation’s 25th largest landowner. The largest owner of farmland in the United States is Bill Gates of Microsoft. It was Gates who penned an op-ed article in Business Insider in 2017 that defined how the world was unprepared for a worldwide pandemic. It was Gates who donated $100 million to China in early February of 2020. I am not making any accusations, I am only stating documented facts.

In the YouTube video, Fitts asserts there is a correlation between the social protests of last summer that destroyed large urban areas and the location of Fed Banks amid what is known as Opportunity Zones. The designation of these zones allow federal money to be allocated to investors to rebuild in economically challenged areas as well as lucrative tax breaks for the investors. Wealthy investors can now buy prime real estate at steeply discounted prices from bankrupt businesses, many of which were minority owners, prior to the pandemic lockdown. Catherine Austin Fitts has a strong reputation on urban renewal projects and I think her suggestions that this is another facet in the concentration of global wealth by a totalitarian elite is worth considering.

Totalitarianism can’t exist in a society that demands transparency from its government. My father slogged through Europe in World War II to defend what this republic stood for. I owe it to him, and all the others like him, to articulate what I see occurring now.

Stop the Steal is beginning to have a whole new meaning.

Valerie Maez writes from Lewis, Colo.

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Think about it!

LAND, what is it for? Probably first priority is to prevent you from drowning or having to grow fins and gills in devolution, for those that believe they were once a mud puppy. No, I won’t say it. What next? In concise terms, it is a “place–to-be” for you and ALL other people to live and produce food to continue to exist until you die to make room for the new ones coming along. So what is there to think about? Well, the Earth is 71 percent water, which is great for all the “mud puppies,” leaving only 57,308,738 square miles of dry land. The dry land is further divided to identify only 24,642,758 square miles or 43 percent habitable by man. This equates to 15.77 billion acres for the approximate 7.8 billion people to live and raise food on their 2 acres each. Obviously a bunch of people are crammed into tiny spots to allow food farms to still be operating. Food and water has been a mainstay for life since the beginning of time. Throughout history, wars were fought to take over the “lands” of other people, which continues today.

OK, so that is understandable in China, but what about Colorado, no problem here, we have lots of open land and water, right? Well, yes and no. Colorado contains 104,093.77 square miles, which by the way, is about the size of New Zealand and larger than the U.K., Syria, South Korea, Denmark and Israel, etc. Keep in mind that only 52.6 percent of Colorado lands are in private ownership, which includes the big cities and towns, greatly restricting agricultural opportunity for food production, which needs water to produce. The balance of land is in various governmental controls, mostly in the mountains, and not available for agricultural food production and human habitation, however, those lands are the principal source of the water needed for both agriculture production and potable water to sustain life of man, beast and vegetation like lawns and golf courses for the state and ALL counties. Colorado has about 5.8 million people confined on only 52.6 percent of the land, which is about 34.9 million acres providing for only 6 acres per person to “be somewhere” to live. That is only 4 acres more than the rest of the world.

Now let’s look at Montezuma County. Montezuma County is about 2,038 square miles or 1.3 million acres. That is bigger than French Polynesia, twice the size of Samoa, Luxembourg, and almost 10 times the size of Singapore. Incidentally, these are all self-governing entities. Montezuma County is running short on private lands to both raise food and have a “place to just live.” You see, 73 percent of the lands within the county are controlled by the federal government which includes the Ute Mountain Ute Indian Nation, national forests, parks, monuments and BLM lands, leaving only about 26.6 percent, totaling 347,138 acres for about 27,000 people in need of water to sustain life and produce food, which figures at only 12+ acres per person. Like the world and state, much of the county’s population is concentrated in Cortez, Dolores and Mancos, providing more acreage for agricultural food production, which is what this County was built upon.

That is all interesting stuff, but so what? Well, things are changing! People are escaping the cities and moving into the working rural agricultural areas, but not to work a farm or ranch. The once productive bean, wheat and hay fields are becoming trophy homes producing lawns and increased trash that is taking land out of production and use, to bury increasing tons of trash which produce methane and a “gold mine” for archaeologists 500 years from now. I’m not being critical – well, maybe I am while noting this is simply what is happening. Last fiscal year we paid about $1.3 million to cover up how trashy we have become, producing problems for future generations. Recently the “wood trash” pile that ignited from spontaneous combustion from years of increased storage produced smoke and CO2 that people are so fearful of these days. What most people don’t know is that the woody trash used to be burned as it was created, which in most cases produced heat and power for the milling operations, thus not having woody trash piles to create problems like today. I even remember when city and county “dumps” were continually burning, resulting in only small ash piles to be mixed back into the soil, not the extensive and expensive large “landfills”, which produced only some stinky smoke besides the ash. The unburnable materials were usually scavenged by locals on a Saturday afternoon family outing where some “gold mines” were found. Today salvage companies have really helped with some of the recycling, but not all.

So where am I going with this trivia? Well, time has been moving ahead while we have been asleep at the wheel. The verdant “productive” farming and ranching communities of Montezuma County have been gradually changing and increasing the demands for product “consuming,” retirement and recreation lands, electric power, road systems, trash disposal, water use and basic food availability, while reducing food production by farming & ranching and product exportation.

We are no longer “producers” but rather “consumers,” a condition that is not sustainable! We are totally dependent upon outside forces for our water, transportation, electricity, food and economy. The “stroke of a political pen” in Denver can and HAS recently caused un-paralleled damage to lives and economy here. I will leave you with a question: How would your life be impacted if all the electrical power within our county were to be shut off tomorrow, for only six months? THINK ABOUT IT!

Dexter Gill is a retired forest manager who worked for private industry, three Western state forestry agencies, and the Navajo Nation forestry department. He writes from Lewis, Colo.

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Opening the medical profession to women

Elizabeth Blackwell was born on Feb. 3, 1821, in Bristol, England. Her father, Samuel Blackwell, was in the sugar refinery business, owning a large refinery. Her mother was Hanna Lane Blackwell. She had two older siblings, and eventually had six younger siblings. The family was also composed of four maiden aunts. When she was 11 her father’s sugar refinery was completely destroyed by fire and the entire family packed up and moved to America.

ELIZABETH BLACKWELL

Elizabeth Blackwell

The children were educated at home by their parents, the four aunts, and private tutors. Samuel Blackwell was a Congregationalist and exerted a strong influence over his children’s religious and academic education. He believed each child, including his girls, should be given the opportunity for unlimited development of their talents and gifts. This perspective was rare during that time, as most people believed that the woman’s place was in the home or as a schoolteacher. Blackwell had not only a governess, but private tutors to supplement her intellectual development. As a result, she was rather socially isolated from all but her family as she grew up, but it was a very liberal and stimulating environment. They all grew to be independent thinkers and went on to be very successful. It is no wonder then that Elizabeth became the first female doctor of medicine in the United States and was joined soon after by her younger sister, Emily.

When in her twenties Elizabeth’s desire to earn a medical degree and become a doctor was her greatest challenge. It was considered inappropriate for a women to even consider this profession in those days. She was denied admission to every medical school in Philadelphia, New York, Harvard, Yale and Bowdoin. At last she was accepted at Geneva College in west central New York. It was only later that she discovered that she had accidentally been admitted by a panel who thought that her application was a joke being played by a rival school.

“My mind is fully made up. I have not the slightest hesitation on the subject; the thorough study of medicine, I am quite resolved to go through with. The horrors and disgusts I have no doubt of vanquishing. I have overcome stronger distastes than any that now remain, and feel fully equal to the contest. As to the opinion of people, I don’t care one straw personally; though I take so much pains, as a matter of policy, to propitiate it, and shall always strive to do so; for I see continually how the highest good is eclipsed by the violent or disagreeable forms which contain it.”

In the beginning she was met with extreme hostility by not only the angry male students, but by local townspeople. It must have been quite discouraging. However, her focus was clear and she kept her eye on the prize, so to speak, earning her medical degree, which was awarded in January 1849. Her thesis was written on the importance of sanitation and personal hygiene in fighting disease and focused also on typhoid fever. It was published in the Buffalo Medical Journal and Monthly Review a short while later. This theme became the core of her medical philosophy over the years.

After graduation Elizabeth studied abroad for two years. When in France she contracted purulent ophthalmia from an infant she was treating (also called neonatal conjunctivitis, an acute, mucopurulent infection occurring in the first 4 weeks of life, affecting 1.6 percent to 12 percent of all newborn). She lost the sight in one eye and it was surgically extracted. This was particularly devastating as she intended to continue her study and become a surgeon. Now, with only one eye, that was not a possibility.

When she returned to New York in 1851, she was barred from practice in city dispensaries and hospitals, jeered and ignored by her peers and suffered threats and attacks via a series of anonymous letters. Yet, once again, she persisted. Elizabeth purchased a house and opened a private practice. She gave lectures on hygiene and her lectures were eventually published in 1852. The practice was slow in building and it was a discouraging and lonely time for Elizabeth, who had been used to a large and free-thinking family. She adopted a 7-year-old orphan, Kitty Barry in 1854, who became daughter, companion, nurse and secretary to her for the rest of her life.

In 1853, she opened a dispensary consisting of one room, for women in the New York tenement district. She actively organized fundraising activities for the next four years and was able to open the New York Infirmary for Women and Children. She was now joined by her sister Emily. During the Civil War Elizabeth devoted much of her time to the Women’s Central Association of Relief, where both Blackwell sisters as a team selected and trained nurses.

In 1868 Elizabeth established the Woman’s Medical College of the New York Infirmary. It was here that woman could and did receive excellent education in addition to important clinical experience at an adjacent infirmary. Her lifelong dream was complete and the women’s medical college was firmly established. She left it all in Emily’s very capable hands. Elizabeth was a naturalized American citizen. She returned to England in 1869. In 1871 she created the National Health Society in London to further instruct and perpetuate her belief in the importance of good hygiene. The motto of the society was “Prevention is better than cure.”

In 1874, Blackwell worked together with Florence Nightingale, Sophia Jex-Blake, Elizabeth Garrett Anderson, Emily Blackwell and Thomas Henry Huxley to create the first medical school for women in England, London School of Medicine for Women, for which she acted as the Chair of Hygiene. In her later years, she was still relatively active. In 1895, she published her autobiography, Pioneer Work in Opening the Medical Profession to Women. It was not very successful, selling fewer than 500 copies. After this publication, Blackwell slowly relinquished her public reform presence, and spent more time traveling. She visited the United States in 1906 and took her first and last car ride. Blackwell’s old age was beginning to limit her activities.

This is just the briefest outline of a remarkable woman. If you want to know more there are a few books out there, including the newest one that just came out, The Sisters Blackwell: How Two Pioneering Sisters Brought Medicine to Women and Women to Medicine.

Margaret “Midge” Kirk is a slightly eccentric artist, writer, bibliophile, feminist scholar and hobby historian who lives in the SW corner of Colorado. She can be reached at eurydice4@yahoo.com or visit her website www.herstory-online.com.

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Soup’s on

I believe in the power of soup.

To heal

To hug

To fill the (w)hole.

Soup is the universal symbol of caring for others and we encounter it in all phases of our lives. I am currently in the soupmaking phase of my life, but there was once a time (and I still appreciate it) that a bowl of Campbell’s chicken noodle soup meant that I was “under the weather” and deserved extra care. I have to say it is a little weird to have to make your own chicken soup, so I have learned at the first sign of a sniffle, I check my freezer supply of chicken soup and immediately stock up (a little soup humor there).

Soup is a universal comfort food and in most parts of the world, including those in hot climates, soup is usually part of the main meal of the day. Sopa del dia is one of the courses served as comida corrida in a restaurant in Mexico to a hungry lunch crowd. Like the hot and sour or egg drop or wonton soup choice at an American Chinese restaurant, soup is automatically part of a fixed price meal deal. But with comida corrida, you may not get a choice, and even if you ask, you are likely to get the Gringo answer of pollo, no matter what you find floating in your soup. Although it could very well be a chicken claw.

Soup is also the way to stretch ingredients or in 21st century lingo, “to minimize food waste”. Vegetable ends (onions, carrots, celery, peppers) and a few cups of tap water (spigot stock) make an excellent veggie soup starter. Those veggie ends can still find their way into the compost heap after being strained out of the stock. And speaking of waist, that veggie soup counts as zero points towards your WW quota. A dieter’s secret weapon. Soup can be filling with few calories.

As my friends and anyone who dares sneeze within my range of hearing knows, I make a lot of soup. I am an everything-but- the-kitchen-sink soup maker. To me, more is better with soup. Everybody wants to know the secret ingredient for great soup. According to family legend, my grandmother, another prolific soup maker, always added an apple to her soup. I have found that an apple can magically balance a soup’s flavor between sweet and salty. For me, there is not one single ingredient but a great variety of ingredients to build a tasty soup. I am constantly in search of unusual soup ingredients and find Asian grocery stores to be particularly fruitful. Miso or tamari add umami and salt. Mushroom powder from dried shitake or kombu (a dried seaweed) give body to even the thinnest broth. Of course, cultures that have been making soup in the same way for thousands of years would have a few tricks in their pantry. My insta-cooker makes year-round soup-making possible as its sealed lid does not heat up the house in the summer or let those wonderful soup smells fill the house in the winter.

But in these times of hunger, our community’s soup kitchens truly manifest the power of soup. The soup kitchens in Cortez offer the dignity of a sit-down meal to anyone that needs it, every weekday (and a sack lunch on Saturday). Consistent with the tradition that started during the depression a century ago, it is the local churches that support our soup kitchens. Although notorious gangsters, like Al Capone, reportedly ran soup kitchens in Chicago during his reign there. It doesn’t matter who organizes or makes the soup, it is the act of providing a meal to someone who is hungry in a safe, warm place to eat in the company of other diners.

I would be remiss if I left out the obvious soup analogy – Chicken Soup for the Soul meme. However, the secret ingredient to providing extra care to a soul is not a book, notecard, or dish towel purchase. It is extending yourself to recognize that we are all under the weather of this pandemic and we must care for each other. Whether it is a donation to one of our soup kitchens or volunteering your time to help prepare or serve a meal or even just sending a silent blessing or measure of care to those you see entering or leaving the kitchens, these small gestures are the secret ingredients to a community with a heart-y soup culture. Let our community motto be: Soup’s on!

Carolyn Dunmire gardens, cooks, and writes from Cahone, Colo.

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Font of knowledge

If reading is the cure for ignorance, then how do I know nearly nothing about fonts? Literally every printed word I have ever read — including that one entire book I finished in high school English — was in a font. Not the same font, probably. But I would never know. I learned as much about fonts in school as I learned about personal finance, or U.S. history after the Civil War. If understanding fonts were in any way foundational to living a healthy, prosperous, well-founded life, I would be very nearly dead.

Unfortunately, that statement is less hyperbole for me than for many of you, because I have decided to start publishing other people’s books for a living. This means fonts are now my life, my liberty, and the end of my pursuit of happiness. They are also run by the Illuminati.

I’ll get to that later.

Since fonts are the tool of my new trade, I now wonder how much other professions know about their tools. Surgeons, for instance. I wonder how much surgeons really know about their scalpels.

I can readily believe they have to choose the right size scalpel for the job. But must they consider how the scalpel complements the particular tweezers waiting on their instrument tray? Do they dig into the history of any particular scalpel to discover the origins of its design family in the nineteenth century—do they consider the visual and emotional associations their patients might have with a specific scalpel—do they balk at paying actual money for a scalpel and therefore search for open-source scalpels vaguely reminiscent of that perfect scalpel they finally found after dozens of minutes of hard research? Or do they just use the scalpels that came with their demo copy of Adobe InDesign?

They may very well do all these things. I’ve never asked a surgeon myself. All I know is that learning about the Wide World of Fonts for my publishing endeavor really is like brain surgery… on my own brain.

I’ll prove it to you. As I write, I can see an empty orange juice container. Before my auto-conducted, font-induced brain surgery, I might have thought, “It says ‘orange juice.’” Now, I see a minimum of three fonts. Each one intends to engage me in a different way — the swirly one to make me feel fancy about buying the good stuff; the bold sans-serif one to declare FRESH TASTE GUARANTEED with authority; and one written to make me ignore it like the sideeffectsmayincludetaxtitleandlicense voice at the end of commercials.

The crazy part is, this bottle doesn’t even use the word “juice” on the front label. It says “orange” and shows a picture of —get ready for this — an orange. But it only makes me THINK “juice” through font and design wizardry. Also because the bottle is clear and displays the juice on the inside.

But see? Forget the plastic bottle. Fonts conduct brain surgery, with letters instead of scalpels. I was blind, but now I see. I took the red pill, unless it’s the blue pill, and I cannot untake it. The Illuminati developed this wizardry among a populace unable to think or read for itself (I told you they’d come back). Yet I had to go and peek behind the curtain like a damned fool, and now I am burdened with wandering the earth, seeing the fonts behind the words… and wondering how the heck I can harness this magic to use them for good.

Because, you see, using them for evil is really, really, really easy. Everyone who lands safely outside of my mother’s aesthetic demographic knows that Comic Sans is best used never. If Thomas Jefferson had written the Declaration of Independence in Comic Sans, King George would have cut his losses and let us go, and we as a fledgling union would yet have no unifying pride in fighting for our freedom. We would instead have been a nation founded on Comic Sans.

So we would have used Comic Sans again in whichever war came after the Civil War, and Uncle Sam posters decreeing “I want YOU” just wouldn’t have carried the same panache, and brave young men would have lacked the motivation to be drafted, and ultimately we’d have lost World War II to the Vietnamese in Korea, and we’d all now be citizens of the Austro-Hungarian Empire. But do the history classes talk about that? I don’t know, because my textbooks should have been printed in another font, one more engaging yet also historically authoritative. Like Papyrus.

Zach Hively writes from Abiquiu, N.M. He can be read and reached through http://zachhively.com and on Twitter @zachhively.

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Great Zeus, it’s the Infirmities!

In the pantheon of classical gods, the Furies once stood tall. Also referred to as the “Deities of Vengeance,” these three sisters — born of a union between Gaea (the Earth) and Uranus (a personification of the sky) — mythologically sprang from the blood of their murdered father when he was overthrown and castrated by his son Cronus. You can rest assured the expression “bad blood” was also born from this mythos.

According to Wikipedia, the sisters listened “to complaints brought by mortals against the insolence of the young to the aged, of children to parents, of hosts to guests, and of householders or city councils to suppliants—and punished such crimes by hounding the culprits relentlessly.” One sister meted out vengeance for moral crimes, and the second wreaked havoc on malefactors for infidelity, oathbreaking, and theft, while the third sister dealt with murderers. By Greek standards, the Furies stood in judgment over wrongdoing more promptly than our court system — a sister act that would make Whoopi Goldberg proud.

These days the ancient Greeks hold only a passing interest for me, because I’m not required to teach mythology to high school students any more. Once I retired, the gods and goddesses kindly stepped aside, that is until a new incarnation of the weird sisters emerged, what I will refer to hereafter as the Infirmities. For youth, believing in the Infirmities will always be a struggle, but I assure you they exist. Daily personal experience informs me of their presence. They congregate around some kind of medical pantheon, and I’m certain they’re sisters. The first one punishes the blood and the bowels, the second wreaks havoc on the skin and the bones, and the third —out of pure spite — just throws a wrench into the brain’s cognition every now and then for the fun of it.

Edith Hamilton’s book relating the timeless tales of gods and heroes is the most famous collection of ancient Greek myths, but any mortal’s life today will gradually turn into a trove of tales, enough to convince a nonbeliever that if nothing else, Medicare must be protected.

Anonimus and the Stone:

Once upon a couch, watching a movie, Anonimus felt a needle trying to poke a stitch in his side. As the film progressed, an unseen hand tugged more insistently on the stitch, tightening an invisible thread so that the initial discomfort turned into an acute pain. He stood up and tried to yoga it away, attempting an Archer’s Pose, then the reliable Downward Dog, but nothing worked. The pain increased. Anonimus felt as if some hideous creature would emerge from his side. Nausea, cramps, waves of pain pulsed through his body.

Eventually he crawled to his chariot and drove to the. . . er. . . ER where a CAT divination procured a reading. The Oracle of Zetroc announced that a stone had rolled out of his kidney and was blocking his ureter. Sisyphus would have sighed.

With prescribed drugs Anonimus returned home to heal and pass the evil pain out of his bladder, unsure what he’d done to vex the Infirmities.

Anonimus Grapples with Gravity:

In order to apply a layer of wax to the camping trailer, Anonimus grabbed a small step-stool. Hardly as ambitious as Icarus, he simply wanted to reach the roof where he could buff the fresh wax until it sparkled like the sun. Every spring he tended the trailer’s fiberglass skin, keeping it healthy, until a force beyond his control prompted the step-stool to do a sidestep, spilling Anonimus onto the concrete. Ouch, he said, that’s going to bruise.

Overnight the wrist swelled and throbbed like the bass guitar from Iron Butterfly’s In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida. The bruise turned out to be a fracture.

As the young orthopedic healer finished shaping and applying the cast, Anonimus asked why bones break so easily. The healer shrugged: You’re old.

Well, maybe, but Anonimus had a sneaking suspicion at least one of the Infirmities held him down while another stomped on his wrist.

Anonimus and the Grinder:

Chewing on the fragments of a dream, Anonimus woke in the middle of the night with a slight pain in his jaw. He took an aspirin and made an appointment for a reading at the Temple of Teeth, but an X-ray reported the root of the problem too cloudy. No visible decay. Or perhaps Anonimus with the strength of Kratos had been clenching his jaw while sleeping.

Since the pain went away during the day, Anonimus enlisted the help of a night guard, wedging it into his mouth like a clam to keep his teeth apart each night as he slept.

Months passed. Pain that had vanished resurfaced, not just at night but during the day. Gradually a pounding pain. A fouraspirin night, a four-aspirin day. Back at the Temple the priest used a 3D imager, revealing a crack running straight to the root. No choice but to pull the tooth.

Damn the Infirmities!

David Feela, an award-winning poet, essayist, and author, writes from Montezuma County, Colo. See his works at http://feelasophy.weebly. com/

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Under fire?: Cortez’s chief shares his views on police work, protests and the future

CORTEZ POLICE CHIEF VERNON KNUCKLES

Vernon Knuckles became Cortez’s police chief at a time of widespread controversy over
law enforcement, but he is taking changes in stride. Photo courtesy of Cortez Police Department.

Anger, rudeness, and general bad behavior on the part of other human beings may be upsetting. People who are subjected to such hostility want something to be done to stop it, and they may call the police.

But can law enforcement be counted on to halt such behavior? Not necessarily, according to Cortez Police Chief Vernon Knuckles.

“People feel when they call the police that a crime has been committed against them, and sometimes that’s not the case,” Knuckles told the Four Corners Free Press in a phone interview. “Elements have to be met for a crime to have occurred. Sometimes they haven’t been met. A lot of times, even though it seems like you’re a victim of a crime, you’re not.”

That’s one of the main things ordinary citizens don’t always understand about police work, he said.

“People get kind of upset with us when we tell them charges can’t be filed,” he said. But even when an actual crime hasn’t been committed during a disagreement, police will still try to help, he added. “We will still make sure the situation is resolved as much as possible.”

In 2020 there were a number of such incidents, many involving the protests that took place on Saturdays in downtown Cortez. While some people marched in support of peace and justice as well as the Black Lives Matter movement, other folks drove up and down Main Street in vehicles waving not just American flags but flags for Trump, the Confederacy, the Three Percent militia movement, and more.

This sometimes led to skirmishes that involved shouting and heckling.

“With some of the protests this summer, the groups may have felt like the other side was assaulting them,” Knuckles said. “I got a lot of emails about verbally assaulting, but that’s not an assault. Assault is a physical thing. We would ascertain, was there harassment? Did the comments meet the elements? Sometimes it’s just some people are being hateful. Unfortunately, hateful is not a crime.”

Probably the most heated of those confrontations took place Jan. 2 of this year, when about 20 members of the group known as the Patriots, who usually stayed in their vehicles, surrounded five peace and justice marchers on the sidewalk downtown. A few in the patriot group shouted obscenities and hateful comments. Police drove by but none intervened, leading to criticism on social media.

Knuckles, who wasn’t present, watched a video of the incident and decided a crime had been committed in this case. Ultimately, six people were given summonses for harassment because they had followed the social-justice marchers as they walked away to try to avoid the conflict.

Yelling ‘fire’

However, most clashes between the different protest groups did not lead to charges. People do have freedom of speech, even if it means saying something rude or unpleasant, Knuckles said.

Of course that doesn’t mean freedom of speech is absolute. Knuckles noted that the old adage about not being able to “yell ‘fire’ in a crowded theater” still applies.

“The fire in the theater is likely to cause panic or disarray. It has the potential for injury,” he said. “It would be the same as yelling that there’s a bomb on an airplane.”

Another misconception citizens may have about police is what they can accomplish through forensics. Knuckles said he does not watch a great deal of television, but when it comes to police shows, there are a few that do a fairly good job of depicting police work. “The first 48 Hours. Then Forensic Files. Those are more like documentaries. NCIS.”

But some prime-time police shows present a highly unrealistic view of police work, with an enormous amount of lab time devoted to each case, he said.

“People that watch those think we can do those things, and it’s not true. All the technology.”

Even fingerprints aren’t as cut-and-dried a matter as might be believed, he said. While all police officers have the capability of taking a fingerprint from a scene, it has to be analyzed.

“Our CBI [Colorado Bureau of Investigation] won’t even look at a fingerprint unless it involves a homicide,” Knuckles said. Citizens expect police to go to the scene of a burglary and take prints, but someone has to be able to read them. “You have to be trained in fingerprint identification. I don’t believe we have anybody trained.”

Unjustified force

Knuckles became Cortez’s police chief in the spring of 2020, replacing Roy Lane, who had served in the position for 37 years before he quit because of ill health. He died in December 2019.

Knuckles’ appointment was announced by the city on May 18. One week later, the death of George Floyd under the knee of a Minneapolis police officer led to nationwide protests, riots, and calls for police reform. Knuckles took the reins of his job in mid- June, when law officers everywhere were facing increased criticism. He said he understands the outrage because George Floyd’s death was wrong.

“As soon as I saw that (video), I knew that the amount of force they were using was completely unjustified,” he said. “I thought, ‘There’s enough police standing around there that they would not need to be kneeling on him. They could have restrained him sitting up or even standing’.” However, Knuckles does not have a lot of sympathy for the Black Lives Matter movement as a whole.

“Nationally, I think the BLM movement has nothing to do with saving the lives of minorities. That’s my personal opinion,” he said. “There is zero concern for the number of inner-city black people that are being killed with black-on-black crime. The outrage comes from isolated incidents where a minority dies at the hands of a police officer, especially if the officer is Caucasian. It just makes me want to believe there’s some other motive behind that movement.”

But when it comes to the local protests, he has a different view.

“I think our group here truly wants to help out the minority community and believes that there have been some injustices locally with the minority population.”

When he first talked with the marchers, Knuckles said, he told them, “You’re walking under that BLM banner. When you turn on TV and see cities burning, people are associating you with that.”

The group was responsive, he said. “They still support the BLM but they took on ‘peace and justice’ and I think that helped a lot. I think they do support more than minority issues.”

The entire situation is complex and fraught with misunderstanding, he said. “It’s just so tough. I’ve been on a spit over the fire.”

The Jan. 2 incident in Cortez led to a Zoom meeting between Knuckles and local citizens, many involved with the peace and justice marches. The tone was cordial and the discussion ended on a positive note.

A new response

Knuckles has long been an advocate of an effort that’s related to what is misleadingly called “defunding the police.” While there are extremists who would like to see law enforcement agencies shrunk to near oblivion, most people recognize that law enforcement is needed in society. But often officers are called to deal with incidents that don’t involve crimes, and Knuckles would like to see that change.

He is working with other local agencies to get a program going where people other than law officers could respond to certain situations. Currently, if a citizen going to the grocery store sees somebody sitting outside in the freezing cold, they call police. The law is likewise called to handle mental-health crises that don’t involve weapons or crimes.

Knuckles envisions roaming units staffed with a mental-health counselor and an EMT that would instead respond to such calls. “If someone’s passed out in the park and someone is concerned, they could call that unit,” he said, “and they would help get those individuals to some services.” Knuckles said such “welfare checks” currently take up a lot of police time.

“I printed off all our welfare checks for 2020 with one per page, and there were reams of paper,” he said.

This would provide another option, and would free police to deal with other problems, though law enforcement still could show up on scene to make sure everything was all right.

The Cortez Police Department is in very early discussions with Axis Health, the Mancos Marshal’s Office, and the Montezuma Sheriff ’s office about how the program might work. A number of cities already have such programs in place that could serve as models, he said. “We don’t have to reinvent the wheel.”

It would probably not be in place until 2022, he said, but it would need to be well planned before then. “We need to have it pretty well set in stone by October so we can reach out to the commissioners and city council during budget time,” he said.

The program would probably involve an independent unit rather than a counselor riding around with the Cortez police. “We looked at the co-responder method, where a counselor might be with an officer, but we need the program to be more county-wide,” Knuckles said. “If the counselor is riding with Cortez police and something goes on in Dolores, it slows down the response.

“We felt a stand-alone unit that could roam would be better. They could do self-initiated contacts, go to the hot spots – City Market, Safeway, the park – maybe eliminate some of the calls that dispatch receives. Be proactive.”

Cortez does not see a great deal of extremely violent crime, but police do face danger on the job on a regular basis.

“The domestic calls are dangerous for law enforcement officers,” Knuckles said. “You have two individuals, typically in a relationship, that are both heated. They can turn on you.”

Colorado law requires that the perpetrator of domestic violence be arrested, if the facts indicate that someone was perpetrating violence. That means police may be removing the victim’s source of income and livelihood, Knuckles said. “That can get pretty heated and dangerous.”

Investigations and arrests involving illegal narcotics are potentially quite dangerous for officers, he said.

But most police encounters with citizens are peaceful. “Mostly, people are pretty compliant. The people that really get aggressive are probably the minority. Our officers are good at de-escalating and explaining things.”

Knuckles, who grew up in Egnar near the Utah border, began his law-enforcement career with the Dolores County Sheriff’s Office, where he worked from 1991 to 1994.

After a brief stint with Colorado parks in Grand Junction, he came to the Cortez Police Department, where he worked until 2005. He left to do contract work overseas in Iraq for four years, then returned to the area, working for the District Attorney’s office, then the sheriff ’s office as a narcotics officer. He eventually became undersheriff.

But his longest stint in law enforcement was the 11 years he had spent with the Cortez police, and he was glad to be able to return. “It’s really like I came home,” he said. “It felt pretty good. There were a lot of the same guys here.”

But taking over for Roy Lane was a little unsettling. “Roy mentored me. He helped me out when I was at the sheriff ’s office. He was here a long time. I knew there were big shoes to fill. It was a little strange.”

Knuckles is looking forward to moving law enforcement into the future. “I felt like Roy did an outstanding job for 37 years, but he was kind of set in his ways. I think I bring the opportunity to kind of bring the agency little bit forward, the way things are changing. I look at it as a positive thing.”

Changes to law enforcement

In response to the death of George Floyd and other incidents of police force that clearly seemed unjustified, Colorado became one of the first states in the nation to pass a sweeping reform bill, SB 217. It changed the rules under which law officers can use deadly force. It requires that they intervene if a fellow officer is using inappropriate force. It bans the use of chokeholds and carotid holds.

Knuckles said some of his officers were concerned about the new rules, but he believes the changes aren’t unreasonable. “Some of the older officers got really nervous. ‘You can’t do the job. It’s not real law enforcement.’

“All I have to say is, law enforcement has been changing forever. Police officers used to be able to shoot fleeing felons. That changed. Miranda [the 1966 Supreme Court decision that required law enforcement to tell suspects their rights before questioning them] – that caused a whole bunch of controversy back in the day.

“You just adapt,” he said.. “That’s the way things go.

“I just look at 217 as law enforcement progressing along as it always has,” he said. “I sat with our people and we went through the changes in 217. If somebody is using excessive force you step in. That’s always been our policy, so what’s the difference?”

“Law enforcement is going to change forever. Having those people that can recognize and adapt is going to be critical. You identify individuals that may not be following all the policies and you get rid of them, as in any other profession.”

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A recall election over political differences

I would like to say a few words of support for School Board Director, Lance McDaniel. Sadly, RE-1 School District is being tasked with holding a recall election to recall a Director for no other reason except political differences.

I have known Lance McDaniel for at least 10 years. He is a fine man and is one of the most honest men I have ever met. In all our conversations, I have never heard a discouraging word about veterans, which the recall petition states. We joked once on Facebook about the new park where the old MCHS facility plant once sat should be named South Park, but we both knew the park would be called Veterans Park even though we would have liked it to be called South Park. Isn’t that horrible?

Lance has always been interested in being involved with his community. Instead of sitting back and complaining about education and city planning, Lance decided to become part of the decision making processes and joined the Planning and Zoning Commission and the RE-1 School Board. Lance is involved in the community in many ways:
* Re-1 School Board Director
* Planning and Zoning Commissioner, City of Cortez
* First male advocate at Renew
* Precinct 9 Captain for Montezuma County Democrats
* Finance Chair for the Yes on 4A Campaign
* Committee for Covid-Safe Graduation, 2020
* Member of Four Corners Anti Human-Trafficking Taskforce
* Member of City of Cortez Water Wise Committee

Lance gives so much of his time for school children, especially minority and at-risk children. I can’t think of a finer man to be involved with child education and advocacy. Lance walks the walk and does the things that are required to have a healthy school system.

I am a Marine Corps veteran with nine years of service and I served a term as City Council member 2014-2016.

-James Price

Cortez, Colo.

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Hunters and anglers support the CORE Act

Public land hunters and anglers know from experience that the best hunting and fishing goes hand in hand with healthy fish and game habitat. The Colorado Outdoor Recreation and Economy (CORE) Act would help ensure the future of our hunting and fishing heritage and the prosperity of our outdoor recreation economy by protecting vital landscapes from the San Juan Mountains to the Holy Cross Wilderness.

The CORE Act protects important wildlife habitat, including headwaters and migration corridors critical to the health of Colorado River cutthroat trout, elk, mule deer, rocky mountain bighorn sheep, desert bighorn sheep and many other species. This bill has been years in the making through local stakeholder collaboration. Colorado Backcountry Hunters & Anglers is committed to helping pass the CORE Act, securing needed protections for wildlife and habitat and expanded recreational access for sportsmen and women.

Through the designation of some 73,000 acres of wilderness, nearly 80,000 acres of new recreation and conservation management areas and a 200,000-acre mineral withdrawal in the water- and wildlife-rich Thompson Divide area southwest of Glenwood Springs, the CORE Act safeguards backcountry fishing and hunting opportunities and preserves healthy fish and wildlife habitat by protecting key areas from activities that could otherwise degrade fish and wildlife values for native trout, elk, mule deer, bighorn sheep, moose, black bears and other game species.

In addition, the CORE Act protects the land surrounding Camp Hale—home to the World War II 10th Mountain Division—as the first ever National Historic Landscape. This would honor our veterans’ military legacy and ensure continued recreation in that landscape. The 400,000 acres of land that would be protected by this legislation sustain some of the most remarkable and productive hunting and angling opportunities in our state. We encourage everyone to support the CORE Act.

David A. Lien

Co-Chairman, Colorado

Backcountry Hunters & Anglers

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Trump’s treason

In 2017, a handful of individualswere arrested in the Hart Senate Office Building for reading scripture aloud. They were protesting the GOP-backed tax bill, which they felt was unfair to the poor. They engaged in peaceful civil disobedience, and they paid a price. Last month, thousands of Trump supporters stormed the U.S. Capitol carrying bats, nooses, and Zip Tie handcuffs. They were there to stop the transfer of power from one president to the next.They assaulted Capitol Police, broke doors and windows, ransacked offices and hallways, and huntedfor lawmakers who were poised to certify Biden’s win. This violent mobultimately left 3 officers dead and at least 134 injured. Will those who instigated and participated pay a price?

Governance “by and for the people,” coupled with “the rule of law,” are what separate democracies from dictatorships. Americans love to proclaim that no one is above the law, but Republican legislators have shown this to be more brag than fact. This was most evident in their refusal to hold Trump accountable for his criminal conduct before, during, and after Impeachment #1. Instead of learning his lesson, as Sen. Susan Collins incorrectly predicted, Trump became increasingly brazen in his corruption.

Even before the election, Trump and his backers started throwing spaghetti at the wall. Repeated often enough, the lie about voter fraud just might stick. After he lost, they filed 62 lawsuits, 61 of which were dismissed by state and federal judges, including Trump appointees. They demanded recounts, all of which upheld Biden’s win. In a phone call that was recorded (whoops), Trump pressured Georgia’s top election officials to flip 11,780 votes.He tried to get state legislators to intervene. And then, with time running out,Trumpinvited his disciplesto the White House and whipped them into a frenzy. “We will never give up. We will never concede,”he told them. “We will stop the steal.”

Trump urged them to stage an insurrection. In footage of the ensuing carnage, rioters screamed that Trump had sent them. Yep, he gave them their marching orders. Butinstead of leading the charge as he said he would do, Trump stayed behind to watch it unfold on TV (imagine that)and to petition Republican Senators to delay the count of Electoral College votes. Having organized the coup, he did nothing to stop it and resisted sending in the National Guard. Meanwhile, elected lawmakers and Vice President Pence barely escaped with their lives.

Trump and his rioters committed treason, “the offense of attempting by overt acts to overthrow the government of the state to which the offender owes allegiance.” Sen. Ted Cruz (R-Texas),Rep. Jim Jordan (R-Ohio),Sen. Josh Hawley (R-Mo.), and other legislators who perpetuated The Big Lie are also guilty of treason. Words have consequences, and actions do too – in countries that uphold the rule of law.

It is not an overstatement to say that the future of the United States lies in the hands of Senate Republicans. Might they finally put the Constitution and their country above political self-preservation? Pundits aren’t betting on it, pointing to Republicans in the House, who voted not to certify Biden’s win just hours after the attempted coup.Will Republican Senators prove Trump right when he stated that he could “stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot someone” and get away with it? Or will they apply the system of checks and balances they inherited from our Founding Fathers?If they don’t, what will prevent future presidents from abusing the power and privilege of their office? Trump remains a danger because of his insatiable need for applause, wealth, and absolute authority;conviction would keep him out of public office. It would prove that ours is a true democracy, based on equality and accountability.

Jim Wallis, one of the clergy arrested for reading Bible passages aloud in 2017, wrote last year that we are in a “Bonhoeffer moment.” Dietrich Bonhoeffer was a young German pastor who opposed the Nazi movement and paid with his life in a concentration camp. Is our democracy destined to fail because of apathy and the surrender of our values? Or was Col. Vindman correct when he testified, during Trump Impeachment #1, that in America, “right matters”?What kind of society do Americans really want, and what are ordinary citizens willing to do to protect it? Although U.S. Senators are jurors in the upcoming trial, their constituents need to weigh in. We, the people,must decide.

Erin and Fred Bird

Cortez, Colo.

 

 

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A kayak-level view of change around the West

Confluence opens with a harrowing scene of Zak Podmore’s mother surviving a scary spill in the Colorado River in a hydraulic in the Big Drop rapids known as Satan’s Gut. “Directly downstream the Gut heaves in a gnashing pit of foam large enough to swallow a Winnebago,” writes Podmore.

CONFLUENCE BY ZAK PODMOREThe frightening moment, which happened before Podmore was born when his mother was 25 years old, became a legend in family lore. Young Zak was born and raised to run rivers; he rode his first currents in a child’s car seat strapped to the wooden deck of an Army surplus raft.

In Confluence, Podmore processes the premature death of his mother (at age 52, from lung cancer) and takes readers on six trips around the American West in a stirring blend of nature writing, journalism, and personal reflection.

Podmore’s credentials are solid. He has written for Outside Online, Four Corners Free Press, High Country News, Salt Lake Tribune, Canoe & Kayak, and Huffington Post. He’s won awards from the Society of Professional Journalists’ Colorado chapter and Folio magazine. And he’s worked as a river ranger in Bears Ears National Monument. Based on the paddling he’s done, his arteries are flush with spring runoff.

The majority of the slim book of essays (only 150 pages) focuses on the environment and issues that pressure rivers and river country in Utah, Colorado, Arizona, the Colorado River delta in northern Mexico, and Washington State. Podmore’s writing is keen-eyed and colorful, whether contemplating the legacy of uranium mining and the related impacts on Native American tribes in the opening essay, “Home Sometime Tomorrow,” or chasing the end of the Colorado River outflow in “The Delta.”

“Home Sometime Tomorrow” is particularly powerful as Podmore gives voice to the Ute Mountain Ute elders who are protesting the ongoing operation of a uranium mill near the village of White Mesa. Tribal leaders fear that poorly stored wastewater seeps into their drinking water. Podmore lives nearby but recognizes his ability to move if needed. The tribe has no such choice.

In fact, Podmore recognizes both the ironies and impacts from the changing demographics in the Four Corners region — and the expectations among those newcomers.

“We keep arriving. Parasites who produce nothing,” he writes. “Who don’t want to gather our own firewood but complain about the drill rigs going in. Who pretend beef comes from supermarkets and that hummus is food. Who talk about the changing climate but who always seem to be driving or flying off to exotic vacations … Who imagine ourselves allied with the Native American communities even as we move in and crowd the homeland as so many others have before.”

The last of the six principal essays (“The Dam”) is a grueling, cold trip to the Pacific Northwest to look at the removal of two hydroelectric dams on the Elwha Rivers — dams that destroyed the livelihood of the Lower Elwha Klallam people, who relied on the salmon in the river’s waters.

Podmore abandoned work on a degree in philosophy when his mother was first diagnosed and in Confluence he packs the dry bags for his river runs with big ideas from Georges Bataille, Edward Abbey, Charles Bowden, Immanuel Kant, Standing Rock Sioux scholar Vine Deloria Jr., Aldo Leopold, Henry David Thoreau, and many others. One gets the feeling that Podmore is a happy searcher, a guy with more questions than answers. Confluence packs a lot into these brisk journeys.

“Everything is held together with stories. That is all that is holding us together, stories and compassion,” wrote the nature writer Barry Lopez, who died late in 2020. We should all be glad that writers like Zak Podmore are out there telling stories — with compassion.

Mark Stevens is the author of The Allison Coil Mystery Series. Book three in the series, Trapline, won the Colorado Book Award for Best Mystery. Mark also hosts the Rocky Mountain Writer podcast for Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. Mark lives in Mancos, Colo.

Published in Prose and Cons

Making a trip from ‘Yellowstone’: Four States Junior Rodeo contestants get a visit from actor Forrie J. Smith

ACTOR FORRIE J. SMITH

Actor Forrie J. Smith, one of the stars of the TV show Yellowstone, made a surprise visit to
the Montezuma County Fairgrounds on Jan. 16 to visit with the Four States Junior Rodeo
contestants and give them advice on how to succeed in life. Photo by Janneli F. Miller

Yellowstone was the most-watched cable TV show of 2020. It’s about a Montana ranch family, with Kevin Costner starring as John Dutton, owner of the largest cattle ranch in the U.S., who is fighting to preserve his land and way of life.

Forrie J. Smith, a real-life bronc rider who later became a stuntman and actor, also stars in the series as ranch hand Lloyd Pierce. Best known for his roles in Westerns such as Hell or High Water (2016) or Tombstone (1993), Smith now has his first role in an ongoing series.

On Jan. 16, after the Four States Junior Rodeo had wrapped up at the Montezuma County Fairgrounds, the contestants were told to attend a “meeting.”

To the amazement of many, Smith was there. He mounted a horse, grabbed a microphone and began to talk to the audience of about a hundred.

“When people saw him, they just started smiling,” said Liz Tozer, the rodeo announcer, who also works at the Cortez Livestock Auction.

Tozer was responsible for Smith’s visit. She told the Free Press that she had read an article about Smith in which he was quoted as saying, “Everything good in my life is because of rodeo.” That quote inspired her to get in touch with Smith and see if he could speak to the rodeo kids.

“That really hit me, with everything we have all been though in 2020,” she said. While introducing Smith, Tozer told the crowd that she found him on Facebook but wasn’t able to contact him that way, so in August 2020 she sent him a letter asking if he would speak to the junior rodeo contestants. Her letter ended up at the Socorro County (N.M.) Fairgrounds, and luckily someone there knew Smith and passed it along to him. In October, her phone rang with an unfamiliar number, and to her surprise (as well as to that of her grandkids, who recognized his voice) it was Smith replying to her letter, wanting to know what she wanted him to do. “I feel like him coming up here was meant to be,” Tozer told the Free Press, “because that letter could have been thrown in the trash.”

Instead, Smith agreed to the visit. “This year has been so tough on the kids, because of no school, no rodeos, no nothing,” explained Tozer. “They’re having a hard time understanding what is going on, and we are having as tough of a time as their parents.” Tozer mentioned that the usual rodeo awards ceremonies had to be cancelled, and she thought that a visit from Smith might be inspiring for the kids.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Smith told her, “I’m gonna do it.” Tozer said Smith made a special trip to the area, and was thrilled to hear about the Four States Junior Rodeo event.

Smith did not disappoint.

“Yeee-haw,” he exclaimed, “let’s all be good neighbors.” He jumped on his horse to begin his 20-minute talk.

“I am a product of rodeo,” Smith continued. “Everywhere I’ve gotten to – everywhere I’ve been – is because of the horse. All my accomplishments are because of rodeo,” he said, echoing the quote Tozer had read in the magazine.

Smith told a few stories, and had some advice for the youngsters. “One of the things I learned from rodeo was one of my grandad’s sayings. ‘Think about what you did wrong, and forget about it. Think about what you did right, and build on it.’ Maybe you only rode that calf three or four jumps. You don’t think about falling off. You don’t think about what you did wrong. Yes, you think about that, and forget it.Think about what you did right. And that is good for every day – whatever endeavors you do in life – that’s a good one right there,”he said with a grin. Smith said he was “very honored” to speak to the rodeo. He was inspired by the fact that someone thought he would have a positive message for the kids of today.

“I hope I can make a difference and help you somewhere along the line,” he said. Smith told the crowd a little bit about himself and his life growing up in a rodeo family in Helena, Mont. His father and grandfather were both rodeo cowboys, with his dad winning checks until age 52, while his mother was a barrel racer. Smith participated in his first rodeo at age 8, and when he fell off his horse, told his dad that he wanted to be a stuntman. This was something he did accomplish, spending 25 years of his adult life as a Hollywood stuntman.

Smith told the folks at the Junior Rodeo that he went to a country school with 13 students in eighth grade. “The teachers decided that I would learn more in the back of that station wagon going to rodeos with my mom than I would sitting in a classroom, as long as I kept up with my bookwork.” Thus, his childhood consisted of him and his mother following his father around to rodeos.

“Rodeo was my life,” Smith said. “I didn’t compete in rodeos to be a champion, but in order to make a living, because I loved the life. I miss it to this day – I miss the travel, I miss the friends, I miss the adrenaline. I miss rodeo. But I’ve been blessed with this new part on TV.”

He said that for one part he was given early on, he was told not to talk, so he didn’t, using his facial expressions to communicate his feelings.“That’s it,” he said, “take what they give you and run.”

Another piece of advice Smith shared with the audience was the notion of setting goals and not giving up. “I was 58 years old when I got this part as Lloyd. I was 28 when I started, and this is every actor’s dream – to have a director call up and say, ‘Hey, pack your bags, cowboy,’ and it happened to me – at 58 years! I always kept the dream,” he said.

For 30 years, Smith said, “I always kept putting one foot in front of the other. A lot of people get distracted, but I just kept on. I kept on training horses, rodeoing, doing my thing. I always had the hope and I always had that dream.”

As he rode back and forth in the arena in front of the stands where people of all ages were sitting, Smith would stop occasionally, back up his horse to face his audience, and continue speaking.

“That’s one of the things you kids are going to have to do. No matter how bad things are, there’s always a silver lining somehow, somewhere. The glass is always half full – it’s not half empty. It’s what you make it.”

Smith recommended the book Psychocybernetics: The Power of Positive Thinking’ by Maxwell Maltz. “When I was 14 years old a friend of mine gave me a book,” he said. “I use some things I read in that book to this day. I set goals every day. In the morning watching my horses, I tell myself, ‘I’m gonna do this, I’m gonna do that.’ And I don’t always get them all done, but setting goals is what’s important.”

Smith also talked about creating a habit of thinking positive. He said that every time he rides, he does the same things in the same order to get ready. He said he’ll mount his horse in a certain way, set his rope a certain way, or put his gloves on in a particular manner, and he makes this a regular practice.

“Think positive. There’s times I’d be behind the chutes, and I’d have a horse that had a bad trick to him, or he was a bucker, and you can’t think about that, or it’s not gonna be good. You can’t think negative – think positive,” said Smith. “Get into a routine – think the same thoughts every time you’re in the chutes.”

He told the audience that it’s easy to get distracted, and that thinking about other things besides what you have to do will not help. Staying focused will get you where you want to be. He used the example of falling and breaking ribs, and then having to get on and ride again.

“If you think of your broken ribs, well, that won’t help,” he said. “But if you get into your routine, and proceed with your tasks one at a time, well you won’t be thinking about that painful rib anymore. . . . Think of the end results and the means will take care of themselves,” Smith advised.

Tozer was thrilled that Smith visited, and was also inspired by his talk. According to her, the kids “need to hear that message – about focus on what you did good – and to hear it from someone besides their parents.”

The Junior Rodeo is held three weekends a year, in November, January and February, with a total of six different rodeos. To qualify for an award, the youths have to participate in four of the six rodeos. The January rodeo had about 100 contestants, for youngsters 5 through 18 years old.. There are eight age groups, and awards are given to those who earn the most points in each age group.

“They can enter up to five events,” she explained. “We give awards 10 places down, and after 10 places they’ll get a participant award, so they get something to keep them interested to keep them going.”

Awards are belt buckles and saddles for the best all-around, donated by local residents and businesses.

“This year is the first year in 23 years that we’ve given saddles that I had all the saddles donated before we started the rodeo,” said Tozer. “With these young kids – you’ve got to give them an incentive to keep with it. We go through a lot of awards,” she said, laughing.

One of the rewards of the January 2021 rodeo was a chance to listen to Smith. When he was finished, he asked the audience if they had any questions. The first one was about Season 4 of Yellowstone, and what will happen. All Smith would say is that it will premiere in the summer of 2021, and he is sworn to secrecy until then.

The fictional series was created by Taylor Sheridan. Season 1 aired in 2018 to rave reviews and record-breaking numbers of viewers (over 5.2 million watched the Season 3 finale).

Seasons 1-3 were filmed in Utah and Montana, but Season 4, which finished filming in September 2020, was shot entirely in Montana due to the pandemic.

The show is available on Paramount Network, NBC Universal’s streaming platform Peacock, and on Amazon Prime.

When there were no more questions, Smith dismounted and posed for photos with some of his young fans. Big smiles prevailed and shortly a line formed, with many asking Smith to sign their cowboy hats.

Maybe those signed hats will bring luck for those who participate in the next rodeo, Feb. 20 and 21 at the Montezuma County Fairgrounds.

Published in February 2021

Centennial farmers: Bessie White recalls the community and bonds of the Great Sage Plain

BESSIE WHITE

Bessie White at her home in Montezuma County. Photo by Erika Alvero

When Bessie White was 4 years old, she and her family moved from the harsh Canadian landscape of Vermillion, Alberta, to another beautiful yet unforgiving terrain: Ackman, Colo. Situated on the Great Sage Plain in Southwest Colorado, just south of Pleasant View, Ackman was a place where water was miles away and farmers were completely dependent on Mother Nature for precipitation. It was a place where neighbors relied on one another for survival.

“It was the way that the communities worked,” White told the Four Corners Free Press. Spry and brimming with stories, she celebrated her 90th birthday last year.

White still lives on the dry plains where she grew up, a fixture in the communities of Dolores and Montezuma counties. The farmers market she and her sister Velma founded four decades ago is thriving and a recent virtual talk she gave through the Cortez Public Library drew a crowd, gathered to hear her speak about Bessie’s Sylvan, a book she co-wrote with her neighbors John and Sharon Wolf.

“Bessie didn’t want to focus on her family — or herself…she wanted to record how special her home, Sylvan, was,” John Wolf told the Free Press in an email. Sylvan was another community near Ackman that would later become White’s home.

Her story elucidates the past, present and future of dryland farming in this area, how it helped forge a strong community, and how it’s adapting to a changing world.

Coming to the Southwest

When White first arrived in Colorado, she was Bessie Hollen, one of five children at the time. They chose Ackman as a destination because Bob Hollen’s parents — who had previously moved to Vermillion from Kansas to escape the Dust Bowl — had made the trek two years earlier.

In their book, White’s co-author John Wolf describes the Great Sage Plain as dry and “windy enough that you’ll have to chase your hat quite a distance if not firmly secured.”

To be considered dryland agriculture, farmers must grow without irrigation on a plot that receives less than 19 inches and where the “potential amount of moisture evaporated from the ground is more than the moisture gained through rainfall,” according to Wolf in the book’s introduction. The practice is not new in Southwest Colorado; the Ancestral Puebloans were dryland farmers for hundreds of years before Anglo- European settlers arrived.

Standard dryland crops include winter wheat, beans, and alfalfa — plants able to grow using residual moisture in the soil rather than depending solely on heavy rainfall.

“The cycle of the season, the climate, when the rain stops and all that, makes wheat and beans a good crop for the area,” said Abdel Berrada, a local agricultural scientist and former director of the CSU Southwestern Colorado Research Center in Yellow Jacket.

Seasonal planting time is crucial: plant the winter wheat in mid-September or October in advance of the snow, plant beans in mid- May or early June before monsoon rains hit later in the summer, Berrada said. Good dryland farming requires careful stewardship of the land and soil, in addition to attention to weather.

“It’s a really tough business,” Berrada said.

For their first few years in Ackman, White’s family grew pinto beans and winter wheat primarily. She recalls the hard, all-encompassing work of her early years.

“My mom and I, one summer we milked 10 cows twice a day,” she said. “And they’d take it in — they had a strainer — they strained it, and then separated it with a hand separator. And that’s what they bought their groceries with, the cream.”

Her mother, Marie, was constantly cooking, sewing, canning, and finding other resourceful ways to provide for the family, a necessity for a dryland farmer to keep going even in difficult drought years.

“Women settled the frontier,” Wolf said. “Period. It wasn’t Jim Bridger, Tom Hanks, Denzel, or Cowboy Bob and the Buckaroos. It was Marie Hollen and Rose White.” Rose was White’s mother-in-law.

“It was just what worked,” White said. “People didn’t have a lot of ready cash, that’s all there was to it. Some people who worked for wages did, but the biggest share of the community was farm people.”

The small communities dotting the plains were spaced out by about three miles — the distance a small child could be reasonably expected to walk to school, White said at her library talk. By the late 1930s, Ackman had disappeared: U.S. Highway 666 (now U.S. Hwy. 491) was built and missed White’s hometown by just a few miles, leading business owners to pack up and migrate toward the new road. The Ackman post office hung around for another few years before eventually giving up.

For a time during World War II, her family lived at Summit Ridge, with White’s older brother Howard taking over operations of the Pleasant View farm. White opted to attend Dolores High School and moved to Dolores, working for room and board with a family there, as the distance would have been too great to travel every day.

White had a budding social life, joining other young people at the movies or rollerskating rink and attending dances. After graduating high school in 1947, she returned to the Pleasant View area, where she met her future husband, Gene White, who was just back from serving in the military. On her 17th birthday, they ran off to Aztec, N.M., to get married (sneaking out through the window), as New Mexico state law allowed young people to wed at 17 there.

The next morning, White was out with her new husband, driving a tractor and thrashing beans on his property, a homestead farm site in the neighboring community of Sylvan that had been in his family since 1918. Although the original cabin has been moved a few times and undergone remodeling, White lives there to this day.

Irrigation

In the 1980s, the option to irrigate in Sylvan became a reality with the construction of McPhee Reservoir by the Bureau of Reclamation. This would mean that farmers could plant a more diverse range of crops in greater quantities, and not be so dependent on rainfall.

At the same time, irrigation constitutes significant added expenses, from fees to the federal government to farming-specific costs like fertilizer. White’s brother Junior, who was running the Hollen family farm, initially signed on for the water, but when the cost estimates went up, he changed their minds. The Bureau of Reclamation, though, refused to allow them to back out. So White and her siblings hired an attorney and sued the Bureau of Reclamation for the right not to irrigate — and won.

Their efforts were noted in a New York Times article from 1987.

“We did what we had to do lawfully,” White said.

Economics obviously played and continue to play a role in the decision not to irrigate. But there’s a cultural component as well related to the decision to refuse water, and generational practices and knowledge that keep farmers repeating the patterns of their predecessors.

It’s a changing landscape, though. Climate change and weather patterns are shifting, disrupting standard practices — researchers at Washington State University recently found that while climate change will cause drylands worldwide to expand at an accelerated rate, their productivity will likely be reduced. Offspring have a myriad of other choices and opportunities now, and many opt not to take up the farming mantle.

“As the older people passed away, younger people didn’t take up the farming,” White said. “As the tractors became bigger and bigger, you could farm more land. People just didn’t stay with it. The younger generation.”

Present day

White continues to can, jam, garden and sell her products at the Cortez Farmers Market when it runs in warmer seasons, following in the footsteps of her mother. Her sister Velma lives next door and joins her at the market on Saturdays.

White’s son Brad took over farming the family farm, while her grandson Eric farms a few miles away. He irrigates the land.

In co-writing “Bessie’s Sylvan” with John and Sharon Wolf, she hoped to recall the strength of community on the Great Sage Plain, a tradition she holds onto in her own life, in the bonds she maintains with family and friends, and even through her work with the Sylvan Cemetery District.

She describes herself as a “pretty good person” who tries not to judge but rather lead by example.

“You never know when you could be just a drop of influence to turn their life around,” White said.

Published in February 2021

All you need is love

While sorting through my ancient file cabinet recently, I came across a number of school papers I wrote, including one from my senior year in high school. The (rather ambitious!) topic was, “The Influence of the Beatles.”

During the pandemic, I have found nothing that can cheer me up as much as listening to my Beatles LPs or watching their films. So I’m going to take up a friend on his suggestion and publish my paper here, in a greatly condensed form. It ought to provide plenty to hoot over. The Beatles had long broken up when I wrote this, but I was still madly in love with all four of them.

I haven’t changed the wording, but I’ve shortened it, and left out the bibliographical stuff. The information herein came from numerous magazine articles that I found through hours of searching The Reader’s Guide to Periodical Literature (remember it?).

Here it is, with all the profundity one can expect from a 17-year-old:

Who can deny the influence of the Beatles? They were almost as much a part of life in the 1960s as politics and war. They broke records, changed traditions, did things musically that had never been done before, and accumulated a mass of incredible statistics. For example, the Beatles had 30 million-selling records, and their gross worldwide sales came to $750 million.

Yet their first manager, the capable Brian Epstein, came across them performing a shabby act in a squalid, dingy cellar. They looked more like hoodlums than musicians who would influence the world. “Yet,” said Epstein, “I sensed at once that there was something here.”

Epstein cleaned them up. Soon, they fired Pete Best as their drummer and replaced him with a man named Richard Starkey. The combination of Ringo Starr, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and John Lennon proved a magical one. In 1962, a Lennon-McCartney composition called “Love Me Do” began climbing the charts. Other songs soon followed: “She Loves You” was the first million-record sale in England, and after it, the Beatles skyrocketed to success.

They were enormously popular in Great Britain by 1963. In that year, they sold more than 2.5 million recordings of their own compositions. Their concerts were sell-outs – joyous, frenzied affairs in which the frantic screaming of their fans drowned out even the heavy beat of the amplified music. Crowds of teenagers followed the Beatles everywhere, fighting just to get a glimpse, a touch, a smile.

In November of 1963, police had to battle with 400 frantic girls who were trying to get tickets to a Beatles concert. At London Airport, a woman reporter whose hand happened to brush the back of a Beatle had that hand kissed repeatedly by adoring Beatles followers. Queen Elizabeth and Sir Alec Douglas-Home were delayed at the same airport by 15,000 fans – not of the queen, but of the Beatles, who happened to be there also.

All this furor was new to the Beatles, who had been playing in the dreary pubs and cheap strip joints of Liverpool and Hamburg, Germany, just over a year earlier. Although they enjoyed the adulation, it inconvenienced their lives more than a little. After concerts, it was all they could do to sneak away without being mobbed. More than once the foursome found themselves slipping down backstage corridors and alleys.

Americans viewed the feverish euphoria with a hint of disdain, wondering if the Britons hadn’t gone daft. Epstein arranged an American tour. On February 4, 1964, they arrived in America to the screams and swoons of 5,000 teenage fans. Ed Sullivan rushed to sign them for an appearance on his show. They were the first performers ever to do three shows in a row on his program and their appearances doubled Sullivan’s ratings; 72% of New York’s viewers were tuned in.

The “unbarbershopped quartet,” as Time magazine called them, toured American with a success unprecedented for a foreign group. They covered 22,500 miles and did 30 performances in 33 days, gathering in $2.11 million. Their performances were sell-outs in New York, Miami, Washington, and many other cities. Teenagers comprised the greater portion of their fans, but many adults had joined the ranks by the time the Beatles returned to Britain.

Even England’s royalty was charmed by the magical group. They played at the Royal Variety Show before Queen Elizabeth and the cream of British society, and soon had them clapping to the beat. The Beatles managed to hang on to a cool, satirical amusement, however. John Lennon told the audience: “People in the cheaper seats, please clap. The rest of you, just rattle your jewelry.”

In 1965, Queen Elizabeth named the Beatles Members of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire – the lowest rank of knighthood. This brought some protests, especially from other members, but many people supported the move. Six members of the House of Commons called the Beatles “the first entertainment group that has captured the American market and brought in its wake great commercial advantage in dollar earnings to this country.”

Already the Beatles had greatly changed the music world. They were giving rock ’n’ roll a widespread respectability it had never quite attained. The young men from Liverpool were the first rock group ever to play in New York’s Carnegie Hall, and there were many adults in the sell-out crowd.

The Beatles were also the first British group to attain such popularity outside of England. Before, Britons had always listened to American pop music; now it was the other way around. In 1964, for the first time since 1956, Elvis Presley had no gold album or single. During the week of April 4, 1964, the top five songs in America were all Beatles songs.

But the Beatles’ influence was not limited to music. Beatles wigs – styled after their pudding-bowl mops of hair – sold by the thousands. Other boys merely let their own hair grow. Skirts became miniskirts, after the fashion already popular in England. Anything with the Beatles’ name attached to it – sweatshirts, dolls, posters or magazines – was likely to sell.

The Beatles even influenced the financial world. Northern Songs, Ltd., which had stock in their compositions, went public in February of 1965. Between then and October, its stocks climbed from 5 shillings, 11 pence, to 8 shillings, 7 pence. In the fiscal year ending April 30, 1965, Northern Songs made $1.72 million over earlier expectations. Britain’s Electronic and Musical Industries, which sold Beatles records, had a year of record-breaking sales. In the first three years of their real success, the Beatles wrote 88 songs which were recorded in 2,921 different versions and sold 200 million copies. Total sales came to almost half a billion dollars.

One of the most endearing characteristics of the quartet was their clever wit. When ridiculous questions were tossed at them, they came up with answers that managed to be even more ridiculous. Asked by a reporter why he wore as many as six rings on his fingers, Ringo replied drolly, “Because I can’t fit them all through my nose.”

But almost everyone thought that their popularity would soon wane. Only a few disagreed, like Northern Songs manager James, who predicted that the records of the Beatles “will still be playing in 2000 A.D.”

In July of 1967, the Beatles released an album which profoundly changed the music world. It sold 1.5 million copies in the U.S. alone in two weeks; by the end of three months it had sold another million. Before its official release, a million copies had been ordered in advance, and radio stations were bidding up to $1,000 for bootleg copies of it.

There was little innocence inSergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Beneath the levity and charm lay irony almost to the point of cynicism. The music was full of melody and harmony and rhythm, but intellectuals found significant social commentary in the lyrics. Critics analyzed it until no one was sure what it meant. Nearly all major reviewers considered the album the most momentous work of 1967. To this day, many still regard it as the greatest rock album in the history of music.

Musically, Sergeant Pepper was a surprise. It used almost 50 different instruments, many of which were new or unusual to the rock world. “She’s Leaving Home,” which composer Ned Rorem labeled “equal to any song that Schubert ever wrote,” used stringed instruments, a harp, and a cello. “Within You, Without You” used cellos and violins, plus Indian instruments like the table-harp, dilruba, sitar, table, and tamboura.

Musicians were also fascinated by the album’s use of sophisticated electronic techniques. It helped make electronic stereo music a new art form.

This had always been one of the most important effects of the Beatles. They were not always the first artists to experiment with new styles and techniques, but they were the performers that could popularize them.

But their influence extended far beyond music. Fans, especially teenagers, related to them as leaders, revolutionaries, spokesmen for the feelings the teens could not express themselves. The Beatles were not adults speaking to them across a gap of years. They sang of ordinary life, but in unique and original ways.

Sergeant Pepper was full of drug references, which worried parents. But its true message went beyond drugs – it was an exhortation to seek a better, new reality. Along with Simon & Garfunkel, Bob Dylan, and others, the Beatles helped express social discontent.

After Sergeant Pepper, there were almost no bounds to the Beatles’ popularity. Each new album was eagerly anticipated, and when it appeared, stores could hardly keep up with demand. The two-disk white album sold 1.1 million copies in the first five days after its release.

A new album was a critical and social event as well as a musical one. Its songs would be played on radio stations and record players across the country, while critics delighted in analyzing the lyrics. Teachers examined the songs in classes; ministers used songs for topics of sermons. As Ellen Sander of the Saturday Review put it, “The world is more fun for a little while.”

The Beatles’ influence was widespread. “All You Need is Love” was written and performed for a BBC-TV broadcast which was shown across both oceans to an audience of approximately 600 million.

Their influence extends into today. Even the oldest Beatles albums are still being sold, and may be selling at the turn of the century. Their impact was so great that it is impossible to describe the music and society of the 1960s without paying tribute to John, Paul, George, and Ringo.

Gail Binkly — who wrote this term paper back in the 1970s — is editor of the Four Corners Free Press.

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Un-presidented behavior

“Karhide is not a nation but a family quarrel.” — Ursula LeGuin, The Left Hand of Darkness

A group of politically- fueled friends consuming a few beers at a local brewery engaged in a spirited debate about whether we Americans live in a true democracy. They went back and forth asserting their positions, arguing how terminology makes all the difference. Qualifiers like “direct” and “representative,” and “constitutional” were added to the word “democracy,” then batted back and forth like ping-pong balls. The idea of a republic briefly surfaced, only to be abducted by the political bad boys of socialism, aristocracy, oligarchy, dictatorship, and tyranny, resulting in a table-side arm-wrestling match.

I politely listened but stayed out of it. Instead, while the fray frazzled I googled the word “freedom.” I hoped that whatever form of government emerged as the most likely culprit for defining us as Americans, it would have to include this concept, and I wanted to be better informed about what freedom really means without simply launching into a refrain of Kris Kristofferson’s “Me and Bobby McGee.”

Unfortunately, my research proved unsatisfying, but if I’d have spoken up during the fray I’d have defended a different word, one that hadn’t yet surfaced, the notion that we are living in a idiocracy.

An online dictionary defines such a government as one “…that is based upon abstract theory,” but I much prefer the dictionary’s alternative usage: a government ruled by idiots.

For the sake of clarification, I’ve constructed the following addendum for quick reference. It is not intended as a guide for living in a idiocracy, but more like a list of symptoms to help readers recognize how seriously the ideals we once held as necessary to form a more perfect union have deteriorated. You see, in a idiocracy…

…some citizens vote, but nearly half of them remain silent, often for fear of participating.

…voters in favor of ousting the ruling party are discouraged, simply by judging them ineligible. These voters — mostly minorities and working class — justifiably lack confidence that the people in charge don’t even notice they exist until an election takes place.

…entire urban districts are gerrymandered to lean heavily toward an outcome that favors one party, race, or class.

…foreign governments are invited to influence the election outcome, which is only a step away from having the foreigners themselves participate as members of the cabinet.

…aspiring public office holders launch political campaigns that require enormous influxes of cash, and the concept of “one dollar, one vote” converts too easily into successful election mathematics, legitimatizing a system of cash-flow politics.

…wealth multiplies influence, and lavish donations to the winning party result in cushy, too often unqualified public office appointments.

…criticism of the ruling class prompts government reprisals, starting with name-calling, then morphing into outright lies and language designed to ridicule and dehumanize, which swiftly transforms into policy resulting in mandates to detain or deport.

…injustice defends itself with a rousing refrain from its sweet anthem: “America: Love it or leave it.”

…the idea of voter fraud is fabricated instead of actually taking place. Frivolous lawsuits are filed in the courts, protest marches in favor of the ruling party are orchestrated, but evidence of any systemic effort to delegitimize the election fails to emerge despite its existence being publicized as fact.

…freedom of the press becomes an “optional” constitutional amendment, especially when the press reports investigations critical of the ruling party.

…transparency of governmental actions is tossed out the window, and then the window is replaced with brick.

…social media platforms — once valued for the contact they provide between friends and family — become blunt propaganda instruments for generating exposure to lies and manipulating the masses.

…“climate” is understood to be how comfortable the board room is during a meeting, and climate change is nothing more than some unauthorized person fiddling with the thermostat.

…legislated regulations for the safety of its citizens are haphazardly enforced, or repealed because they are deemed “unreasonable burdens” for the people who benefit by ignoring them.

Meanwhile, back at the bar the alcohol kept flowing and the political discussion boiled down to a sporting event: one side versus the other. The future leaned back in his chair, bored with the banter and beer. He suspected it doesn’t matter what people label any system of government. It would be known by its compassion or its terror, by its ability to accept responsibility for its failures or to shift blame by lying and covering them up. Like the sun, a system of government will predictably rise and then set, but it will inevitably earn its reputation.

In a idiocracy one thing is always certain: the idiot thinks he’s king.

David Feela, an award-winning poet, essayist, and author, writes from Montezuma County, Colo. See his works at http://feelasophy.weebly.com/

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Remembering John Porter

The older one gets, the more one gains and the more one loses. “All power to the paradox,” my old friend Jack Mueller would say. The gains are significant. One becomes not merely a senior, but an elder. One whose broad experience and depth of knowledge is often sought by those younger, still inexperienced or merely mired in the rush of quotidian concerns.

The hardest losses are those of friends, or mentors you considered friends.

JOHN PORTER

John Porter, former manager of the Dolores Water Conservancy District, a member of numerous boards, and an expert on water issues, died Dec. 28 in Cortez.

I didn’t know John Porter all that well. We lived more than a hundred miles apart. He was what my old Earth First! pals would have called, a “water buffalo.” That’s how I met him, as a member of the Southwestern Water Conservation District. I was a crusading Green county commissioner tasked by my enviro-leaning constituents to “clean up” the dam-building good-old-boy water establishment in our far corner of the state.

Wisely, I moved slow. Attended meetings. Read a lot. I was inspired in that former Colorado Supreme Court Justice Greg Hobbs was a classmate of mine at a Catholic seminary in California. He remains one of the most eminent authorities on Colorado Water Law. I was arrogant enough to think a crash course in my case might boost me up to cruising speed.

But the demands on local political office were far too many and too diverse to try to take on water, the most slippery of subjects in the public estate. I deferred to appointees and surrogates, though I kept a big toe dipped in the larger pond.

Water buffaloes, like their prairie doppelgangers, are formidable creatures. Trying to oppose them is like trying to stem a stampede with a fly swatter. So, out of necessity, outgunned, I had to listen to them. And listening to John I learned far more than I could have imagined. He was knowledgeable about all things water, but never condescending. He voted as his peers and colleagues wanted, though he was always willing to talk with those opposed, to hear them out. And he did his best to explain the mindset behind what seemed to many of us at least anthropocentric, if not downright humanistic bullying.

But John cared deeply about people. His Four Corners people. Family and friends, ranchers and farmers, townsfolk and indigenous tribes – people he knew who’d worked hard all their lives to make a go of it, through droughts and floods and economic depressions, sometimes against incredible odds.

Unlike some of his peers, he heard the eco-arguments some of us made, and saw some merit in pulling up a chair to the table for us to join the discussion. He urged us to roll up our sleeves, put aside rancor and get to work. He took pride in getting all sides brainstorming together to come up with more nuanced courses of action. Reciprocally, I enlisted his aid in coming to my liberal county and getting citizens to understand the need for water storage in our desert environment. Maybe not in the old Bureau of Reclamation big-dam way, but selectively targeted with sensitivity to environmental concerns.

I grew to love John Porter. He was the unsung Western hero — not out on the barricades waving flags or barging into meetings tongue blazing. He took his time. Moved carefully. Made friends of enemies. Never lost his integrity. He compromised on strategy, not on principles.

I came to understand John Porter was the best of water buffaloes. Bless him.

Art Goodtimes, who is recovering from a bout with cancer, writes from Norwood, Colo.

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Runner’s low

Everyone in the US of A is on edge. Not only is a global pandemic going on, ten months after we thought it would be finished in two weeks, but we still won’t know for months who is the true, certified winner of Season 20 of The Voice. No wonder we’re all stressed out. We’re basically in survival mode. Which is the only good reason I can come up with to explain why I am still running.

You might remember that I started running as a doomed pre-New Year’s resolution last year, strictly to burn off enough calories to eat whatever I wanted over the holidays. It turns out, you cannot run enough to burn that many calories. That is just one of many ways that running is not a useful skill.

The best use for running in this modern world is to get yourself back home faster once you realize that you never should have left the house in the first place. Running is as vestigial as our tailbones or general hygiene. Humans learned to run so we could catch our food and — so long as we were one step faster than our S.O.s — evade predators. When is the last time any of us outran our dinner instead of running out for dinner? And we hardly ever get eaten anymore. Just look at the food we buy. Would you eat an overgrown monkey who subsists on Oreos?

Some people run for fun. These people are lying. Running sucks the air from your lungs and the joy from your day. But only for the first half-mile or so, the runners tell me. Then your body resigns itself to its nihilistic fate — the sensation of giving up that these people spin as “the runner’s high.”

I cannot claim connoisseurship of recreational drugs, but among my experienced highnesses is the time I got mildly giddy off a permanent marker when we helped my fifth-grade teacher box up the classroom because she was transitioning to a less stressful career as, I don’t know, an anesthesiologist. Running has never yet offered me a whiff of anything like that marker.

Besides, used to be that any time I ran, I developed shin splints. Thank god. This was my body’s natural defense against such a painful and senseless activity. So I would stop running. For more than a decade, I never ran more than a half-mile at a time, and then only when I was really, really late for a really, really expensive appointment.

But then I did that stupid “Couch to 5k” program. Even though I never quite made it to the 5k part, I still ran further than I had in the last ten years combined. Then 2021 became ALL CAPS 2021, and I guess my survival-mode fight-or-flight kicked in, and… well… I flighted. I flighted my heart out after a well-intentioned running respite spent doom-scrolling toilet paper memes for a few months. And when I pulled up from flighting, I nearly pulled off another survival-mode F: fainting.

My body declared in clear, articulate terms that running is stupid and it would have no more of it. In fact, it used another survival-mode F-word to make its point heard.

I agreed with my body, in that I knew it was right. But I didn’t agree enough to give up. Not this time. Not when my only remaining untried Coviddays activity was to fail at baking sourdough bread. I’d already organized the shed and dusted the house once. And running sounded better than doing that again.

So out the door I went, like the idiot I am, and I ran.

This is the part of the story where I tell you how I was wrong about running, and I experienced some beautiful epiphanies alone in nature that revealed to me, after all these years, that the purpose of running is that it has no purpose outside itself and that’s where I found true peace. Except, like all runners, I am also a liar.

Here’s what really happened: I finally ran four miles for the first time, and on that same run I also ran five miles for the first time, because I explored a less-traveled country road that turned out to be a dead end instead of a loop. I later went up another new road and set a personal record for sprint speed because two big mutts with big white teeth scared the Gatorade out of me.

I guess my running abilities really did save my life. But I would be just as alive, and a lot less terrified, if I had just stayed put. So that’s what I’ll be doing, in point of fact. Until I run out of Oreos.

Zach Hively writes from Abiquiu, N.M. He can be read and reached through http://zachhively. com and on Twitter @zachhively.

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Seeking food security

After 2021 and the socially distanced holiday season, I should probably be writing about some frivolous food trends or the latest kitchen gadget. But I can’t. Not when one in six people in Southwest Colorado is hungry right now. It seems more appropriate, with the pandemic and political madness still raging, that we consider something more sobering. Another wrong to right in 2021. How to boost local food security.

It is interesting to me, that food security is defined by its inverse. Food insecurity, as defined by the Colorado Health Foundation, is someone eating less than they felt they should in the past year because there was not enough money for food. While I am not a fan of defining terms by their negative, this definition does hit on the complex issues that comprise food security.

  • Someone – there is a face of hunger on children, elderly, every race and creed in our community.
  • Eating less than they should – Nutrition labels and calorie counting are meaningless when there is not enough food or good quality food to satisfy someone’s hunger.
  • Not enough money for food – this may seem the simplest issue but points not only to income and access to good quality food, but the cost of food. Also, in an agricultural region like ours, a just food supply that pays fair wages and does not exploit workers.

As with other forms of social injustice, the pandemic exposed our food supply problems. Whether it was closed schools that normally provide free and reducedprice breakfast and lunch to more than half the schoolchildren in Montezuma and Dolores counties or the food banks that saw skyrocketing demand, this year left few questions about the dismal state of food security in our region.

But it is not all bad news, the past year saw record response and creative solutions to reduce hunger locally. All children in Montezuma-Cortez schools, regardless of their eligibility status were able to receive nutritious meals at no charge in the fall. The school kitchens even stuck to their commitment to include local fruits and vegetables in their meals whenever possible.

The Sharehouse Community Food Center opened in downtown Cortez this past spring with the mission of “making space for an equitable local food system.” Housing the Good Samaritan Food Pantry as well as Southwest Farm Fresh Cooperative, the Sharehouse brings together farmers, community groups, and hungry people of all ages, income, and backgrounds to provide access to healthy, local food. Luckily, it was also a passable fruit year, so some of those forgotten fruit trees even saw some love and harvest tending. The Good Food Collective organized volunteers who gathered two tons of local fruit and vegetable for local community groups and pressed 66 gallons of apple juice for distribution.

And finally, while we did not want to stop visiting our local restaurants, last year brought new opportunities for cooking, and eating at home. Some were able to experience the “Joy of Cooking” and dust off old recipes or rekindle family cooking traditions. There is nothing like a sparse pantry to spark a creative meal… what can I make with pinto beans, a jar of olives, and stale bread? Tapenade, of course! Speaking of pinto beans, a nation-wide peak in demand for long-storage foods was a bonanza for local bean farmers as well as the Cortez Flour mill with the home-made sourdough bread craze.

Will all this food goodwill last in the new year? It must. We have too many hungry someones in our community to ignore the state of food security in our community any longer. If anything, we need to find ways to address the underlying causes and expand our efforts. I will be using this column in 2021 to highlight the sources and solutions for addressing food security in our community.

So, let’s put 2020 in the rear view, and welcome the new year with a vision for a happy, healthy, and well-fed community.

Carolyn Dunmire writes, cooks, and gardens in Cahone, Colo.

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