Summit Up 4-11-10 |

Summit Up 4-11-10

Summit School District students and staff with the Pre-Collegiate Program of the Summit (PCPS) extend their thanks to Vail Resorts and Town of Breckenridge for their $15,000 donation to the program. PCPS strives to increase the number of local first-generation college students and graduates by providing assistance to families through the college preparatory and entrance process. Left to right, back row: Luis Nogudea Torres, Molly Griffith-PCPS Coordinator,

Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column frustrated by the greeting card.

We maintain this tradition of sending each member of our immediate family a special “happy birthday” greeting card every single year.

Sometimes they’re funny. Mostly, they’re ironic.

It feels so cliche to send one of those idiotic cards with cartoon animals doing something stupid or bathing suit-clad, greased-up men or women posing on it.

Often we’ll find the card that sticks out with a nice color or picture and purchase it regardless of whether the message is “get well,” “happy graduation” or “condolences.”

Then we doctor it up and BAM – it’s in the mail.

Another longstanding tradition is for our birthday cards to arrive about a week after the birthday occurs.

If you’re our mem-mem or pep-pep, your annual birthday celebration gets reinvigorated just when you thought it was over.

So that’s a plus.

The toughest thing about a greeting card isn’t picking one; it’s picking what to say.

Most people buy greeting cards so they don’t have to say anything; the card says it for them.

But we try to at least say something like, “Hey, why don’t you come up and we’ll go fishing sometime?” or “You’ll never guess what I did the other day,” not “How’s the weather down there?”

For most of us, letter writing died with the typewriter. The days of the long-handed scratchings on loose-leaf have ended.

Now they sell greeting cards in which you can record a voice message that repeats every time the card is opened. What an annoyance.

What’s really got us thinking is the acceptance of the e-card. The greeting card through an inbox is still too impersonal for us to try on a true loved one; perhaps we should test it out on Uncle Dan first.

There’s quite a bit of potential in the virtual card. No doubt you could send someone a video or photo fixed up any way you want it.

There’s no postage and it probably won’t get there a week late.

You’re not stuck with the limited selection of some gas station or pharmacy, either.

But we’re certainly tickled when a hand-addressed envelope appears in our post office box, and those who receive our cards likely are, as well.


Yep. Bet you wish you were our next of kin.

Well in other news, local Trekkies will be drowning their tears tonight if they didn’t make it to Las Vegas yesterday.

At some warehouse, authentic “Star Trek” gear like Enterprise chairs, Starfleet uniforms and even a model Klingon Bird of Prey were on clearance after Star Trek: The Experience came to an end. The attraction based on the television series and films closed in 2008 after a 10-year run, according to Oskar Garcia of The Associated Press.

Some 1,000 items starting at $10 a pop were sold off to folks willing to pay for stuff from the dated, boring franchise.

Sure we’d like to have Captain Picard’s chair in our backyard. Its angle is perfect for catching the sun’s rays on a summer day.

But we’d get much more excited over a sale of props from “MacGyver.”

Like how about the paper clip he uses to defuse an advanced nuclear warhead? Or what about that garden hose contraption he turned into a flame thrower? We’d pay more than $10 for that.


Well this nice weather we’ve been having is really something.

And because of all the sunshine we get after each snowfall, we no longer have to worry about pulling the gargantuan slab off our roof with 2x4s.

What a drag that was. By late February, the accumulation over our front porch was so heavy that we feared standing in front of the door.

One unlucky visitor may have gotten smooshed were it not for our ingenuity with hatchets and shovels – and our sense of balance, for that matter.

No worries. The folks downstream will be lapping it up soon enough.

It’s Sunday, and we’re sloshing out turns on the mountain.

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