Lindstrom: The best of times
This is the very best time of the year. Looking out the window by my desk I can’t see a cloud in the sky. It is as if there is a very large, blue bowl over the world without imperfection and colored the very best color of blue.
As I write this it is 2:46 p.m. on Wednesday afternoon October 8, 2008, and life is good.
The stock market is taking its daily crash, McCain and Obama are both still trying to destroy each other ” but life is good.
It is 65 degrees right now. The poor people in the south have to spend billions of dollars each day just to have 65 degrees.
In September, I had several 20-degree mornings, and that was nice too. It is a precursor to things to come. Happens every year and will always happen every year.
The aspen trees are still turning. They are so very late this year. That is fine. More time to enjoy them. I have lived here for nearly 40 years, and they normally turn around September 15, give or take a week. Not this year. They waited longer to give us even more brilliant colors to enjoy.
My son’s dog wants out every five minutes. She is not stupid. She knows that out is so much better than in. She wanders around the house with the large Frisbee in her mouth as a not-so-subtle hint it is time to play outdoors.
I even make sure that I have the very best soundtrack with XM Satellite Radio playing progressive jazz on their Watercolors channel. How sweet is that?
My car came with XM four years ago, and when I was commuting to the capitol I became addicted to it. I also have it in my house. It is commercial-free bliss that almost matches my view.
With high gas prices still and the state of the economy, we might get less traffic this winter. Not that I want a bad economy, but stuff happens right? They are things that are out of our control ” things like sunny, bright and cool days and no traffic.
We need to move forward with teleportation so that we can eliminate fossil fuels totally from our menu of things we need. Then we could move people effortlessly and probably even do away with ski lifts because people could use teleportation to get themselves right up the mountain.
Rene Descartes: “I think therefore I am.” That could be our slogan for our post recession/depression tourist economy. Think yourself to paradise in the beautiful Blue River Valley of Colorado. And then you can teleport yourself there. Yeah … that’s it.
I say this all the time, but people do not come to Summit County to ski. They come for the view. They come for the environment. They come for the Rocky Mountain High. Yes, they do ski, but they also just sit in their condo or hotel room and stare at the mountain views.
They come for the mountains but they stay for the activities. Our economy is based on real estate and not recreation. Real estate is the platform for recreation. The ski corporations realized this many years ago, and the closer we get to build-out the more critical this becomes.
The economy is still going down the dumper. My portfolio is shrinking each day. There are still boys and girls dying in Iraq, even though some feel the surge is working. CDOT is still working on my road for the fourth month.
We all know that some day things will get better, as they always do. The election will finally be over, and the war will end and we will have a whole new set of things to complain about.
But all is well in paradise. God is smiling again on the poor souls that are trapped in this Blue River Valley with all this breathtaking scenery and weather. This is the very best time of the year ” but you might want to ask me again in March.
Gary Lindstrom has lived in Summit County since 1974 and is a retired police officer and a recovering politician. He can be contacted at email@example.com.
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