Summit Up 3-25-11: Another day, another column
Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column that’s wondering what’s up with all the marriage-y stuff going on this winter. We’ve had all kinds of interesting chairlift proposals, lost engagement rings and even the strange and wondrous tale of a couple from Bahrain that left their troubled country to come here and marry under a moonlit Heeney sky whilst an ensemble of Portuguese zither players regaled them with old John Denver songs.
OK, we made that last one up, but this one’s real, sent in by Ryan Hyland, assistant king of Silverthorne:
“This poor guy, Miles Pure is on vacation from Florida getting ready to pop the question this weekend and somehow lost the engagement ring. It was a 1-karat, round diamond in a Ziplock bag that fell out of his pocket Wednesday (Yes, he carried it around in his pocket – he didn’t want her to unpack the suitcase and find it). He was shopping all over Summit county Wednesday and when he returned to his condo last night, he realized he lost it.”
Whoa, bummer! Everyone, be on the lookout for that engagement ring, and if you find it let Ryan over at the Town of Silverthorne know: (970) 262-7300.
We wish you luck finding it it, Miles. We did have an earlier success this winter when a guy in Breck dropped the ring in the snow just as he was dropping to his knee. The ring turned up the next morning.
We do have to ask about the Ziplock bag, though. Don’t fancy engagement rings usually come in a velvety box of some sort? It might kill the mood if you pulled the ring out and it was just in a sandwich bag. Plus, sometimes those babies are tough to get open, so you’ve got to watch for that as well.
Just a thought.
OK, here’s an Angel Alert! Angel Alert! from Michele Hofer of Dillon who writes thusly:
“I want to thank Nobel from Discount Towing for stopping during the snow storm on Tuesday night to help me move my car out of the Frisco roundabout after it stalled. I really appreciated your help and kind words. I would also like to thank the two gentlemen who stopped to help push my car out of traffic prior to the towtruck arriving. May the karmic gods bless you all for your thoughtfulness.”
Nice! Good karma all around. Although we have to guess that if your name is “Nobel,” you’re pretty much required to do nice things all the time. It’s a burden, true, but no one ever said noblesse oblige was a walk in the park.
So what’s up with this Groupon craze? It’s another one of these websites we’re supposed to be all fired up about, but, well, we’re not. For one thing, Groupon doesn’t really do deals up here in the mountains. For another, it sounds a little like that one fish, the grouper, which we’re not sure about at all (can you eat grouper? are they dangerous? etc. etc.).
It’s like that other website Foursquare, which we have no idea about. Who can keep up with all these things? We started a Summit Up Facebook page mostly because for some reason we thought we should, but so far we don’t think too many people have visited or “liked” it. And to be honest, it’s not all that different from the Summit Up you’d find on our regular website. Originally we had this idea that we’d have hundreds of thousands of people coming to our Facebook page – kinda like Ashton Kutcher or something – and we’d while away the day coming up with random crapola and amusing links to entertain all these masses.
But then, life got in the way. Some days, it’s hard enough just to write the damn column and get the paper out the door, much less worry about all kinds of fancy web-presence stuff.
Anyway, visit our Summit Up Facebook site if you wish. If you do not wish, do not visit it. It’s that simple.
This is just one of those days when inspiration is short and column space is long, so we end today with this snippet from Camptown Races. Enjoy:
Camptown ladies sing dis song, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pocket full of tin, Oh, doo-dah day!
Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I’ll bet my money on de bob-tail nag,
Somebody bet on de bay.
De long tail filly and de big black hoss, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Dey fly de track and dey both cut across, Oh, doo-dah-day!
De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole, Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Can’t touch bottom wid a ten foot pole, Oh, doo-dah-day!
Chorus , etc. blah blah blah
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