You Said It, Aug. 28, 2011
Love all the fresh skid marks in front of the fruit stands after Peach Festival. Lucky there aren’t more accidents during that event!
To all the law-enforcement officers who showed up in my front yard last Saturday: I just wanted to say thank you. It was a very intense scene and you all handled it very professionally. And lastly, after an especially trying day, the Palisade Police Department showed up and changed the tires on the lady’s van that the bank robber stole.
I think it is past time for Mesa County and Grand Junction to save our tax money by outsourcing the jobs of county commissioners and city administrators.
Joan Anzelmo did many positive things in her time as superintendant at Colorado National Monument, but she really missed an opportunity to showcase the monument and surrounding areas by denying a leg of the pro cycling tour to pass through the monument. The worldwide exposure this race has drawn would have been a huge economic benefit for the area for years to come.
I know that Sept. 11 is a sad day for many, but Sept. 11th this year has another meaning: Grandparents Day. I remembermine, as so many do, but also remember the ones that are here now. If you can, take a grandparent out for a day or a dinner.
Deputy Hassan should be careful about grabbing men by the testicles to get him to comply. The next man Hassan grabs by the testicles might just turn around and give him a big hug and a kiss.
Maybe if Dollar General would have sold marijuana it would have been approved in Palisade.
Thank you to the two nice gentlemen who stopped to help me after a hit-and-run accident on the Fifth Street Bridge last Sunday.
Instead of building a new rifle range in a wildlife area, why can’t BLM just fix up the existing one north of the airport?
When did it become acceptable to allow kids to scream in restaurants? And I’m not talking about ordinary fussing or crying, I mean high-decibel screaming as loud as they possibly can. Parents, if you can’t control your kids, either leave them at home with a sitter or bring enough money to pay for the meals of all the other diners whose meals you’re ruining.
Is anyone else concerned about the NASCAR-like environment on Interstate 70 between Rifle and Grand Junction with the pace being set by white four-wheel-drive trucks?
Welcome to Grand Junction, the town of tumbleweeds and other weeds.
Many thanks from the Grand Junction Veterans Golden Age Games Team for the continued support from this wonderful community.
What we need in Grand Junction is a Basque restaurant, preferably in the old part of town, where a family can go to eat lamb, beef, sheepherders sandwich, oxtail soup and a salad. The old woolgrowers restaurant in Bakersfield is a perfect model. Ronald Reagan loved eating there.
Grateful thanks to the staff of the City Market at First Street and Rood Avenue for finding my wallet in a cart and notifying me through a friend’s phone number that it was found. This is why I love living here.