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Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column waiting. And waiting. And waiting.

It really doesn’t matter what for, you know? Waiting in the doctor’s office, waiting in line at the post office, waiting for our mother to scrounge up the cash to bail us out of jail, it’s all the same, really.

The only difference is what you can do while you wait.

Lines, we think we can all agree, have to be the worst for waiting. It’s not like the doctor’s office, where you can make space on the table and build miniature log cabins with the tongue depressors (our advice, after receiving the same advice from our doctor: use the new tongue depressors).

But sitting, we have so many options. There’s the thumb-twiddling, which usually leads us to fingernail cleaning, which usually leads to fingernail biting, which, of course, leads us to have to get up and look for someplace to put the fingernails.

Then there’s reading, but who really wants to do that? There’s ceiling tile counting and comparing that to carpet squares. Graffiti reading, we’re big on that; it’s everywhere, you just have to look for it.

Are you waiting for a punch-line or a point? Better go back to picking lint off your shirt, or whatever it was you were doing.


Whoever goes by the e-mail name of mtnfam e-mailed us after reading our column earlier this week about basketball, Kobe Bryant and prison.

“I have never spent any time in a correctional facility,” the e-mailer wrote.

“However, I do believe they have outdoor basketball courts at Colorado state prisons. The basketball court in prison will no doubt be his “sanctuary’ in Canon City, as well.”


Paul had some good news for us. This Angel Alert!! Angel Alert!! goes out to the participants of Miracle on the Mountain, an adaptive ski program.

“These folks have truly made the impossible possible,” Paul wrote in his e-mail. “I get a hot cocoa-like warm fuzzy inside every time the lift slows or stops because I know who’s getting on. Somebody with more cajones than a whole mountain full of pros. Don’t think so? Put on a helmet and a blindfold and try getting down relying solely on the voice of a friend … who will probably let you hit a tree ‘cuz it’d be funny.”

You, too, can send us good news at, fax at (970) 668-0755 or just hoot and holler on the voicemail at (970) 668-3998, ext. 237.


Argh. Here’s a Scum Alert!! Scum Alert!!

“We here at Luna’s Beads are very sad and it ruined our day,” they wrote. “To the blond-haired lady wearing a blue hat who came shopping at Luna’s Beads and Glass in Frisco on Wednesday: Please come back and pay for the stained glass yellow rose suncatcher. Do you really want to pass on this unpaid item as a gift to a friend? What have they done to you to deserve that kind of gift? What kind of friend are you?”



It’s Friday, and we’re out waiting for the weekend …

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