You Said It, Oct. 23, 2011
What does being a three-month survivor of breast cancer feel like? The most beautiful color of pink. Thank you, NFL.
This Cowboy is Tough Enough to wear Pink!
Uh-oh. I see that people are already questioning the name of our new minor league baseball team. Grand Junction Rockies isn’t enough, apparently. Don’t let the brainiacs at Mesa College near it or we’ll be rooting for the Western Colorado North of Delta South Of Douglas Pass Remotely Owned Former Casper Ghosts of Grand Junction.
Location, location, location also relates to the placement of the beautiful statue of the beloved Colorado National Monument promoter, John Otto. However, locating the statue under a tree, which had to be severely trimmed to squeeze it in, next to one of the narrowest sections of Main Street was a terrible choice. The statue is so impressive and the space to view it is so restricted that the visitor can only view the horse’s underbelly.
To the mothers who can’t get disposable diapers: Do what I did, buy some material and make cloth diapers, wash them and reuse. It is cheaper, too.
There is a leash law in Mesa County and it applies to all dog owners. This is directed to the irresponsible dog owners who either let their dogs run at large all the time or the ones that take their dogs for a walk and let them run into everyone’s yards along the way. I know you all realize that dogs run into our nicely landscaped yards to do one of two things that they don’t want to do in their own yard.
How is it when an uninsured driver hits a law-abiding driver who has insurance, that driver becomes a victim and has to pay the high deductible for damages? Suing in small claims court is a joke if the uninsured driver has no home or anything to sue for. And the courts do not even take the irresponsible driver’s license away.
Why should motorists pay more taxes for bike lanes? If bicyclists want them, why don’t they fund them? My issue isn’t money; it’s a safety issue. A parkway during rush hour isn’t a bike path. Yes, bicyclists are allowed to ride it, but don’t get your Speedos in a twist when someone complains what a danger you are.
Last Sunday afternoon in the Clifton City Market parking lot, I sat in my car with the hood up, door open and jumper cables draped over the fender as I waited for my wife, who walked the several blocks to our home to get our other vehicle so I could jump-start my dead battery. In the span of 20 minutes, five people stopped and offered their assistance. Grand Junction is full of caring people who are willing to lend a hand.
I keep seeing comments about the lack of weed inspectors and police officers. This is the Big Government that you wanted to eliminate. What is it you really want? You are taxed for services. Taxes mean quicker responses from police and firemen, more library books and computers, fewer mosquitoes and potholes. You can’t have it both ways.
Over the past couple of weekends, we have taken rides both to Grand Mesa and to Piñon Mesa to enjoy the fall colors. Then this week while driving the streets across town, I see the season has come alive and I am awestruck by the breathtaking, vibrant beauty of the array of shades lining ourstreets, walkways and parking lots. What a delight!