Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column wondering just what the heck ol’ Hunter S. Thompson was thinking when he decided to end it all.Who else is going to bring us mind-expanding books like Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Opening line: “We were halfway between Barstow and the edge of the desert when the drugs started to kick in.”)?Who else is going to shoot up the town of Aspen?Run for mayor under the Freak Party?Who else is going to create havoc in the Woody Creek Tavern?Huh? Who?! Who?!We are greatly depressed at the news of his passing, although we must admit we thought it would eventually involve gunplay.Need to know more about ol’ Hunter? We found this at http://www.danan.com.Birthday: July 29Biography: “I have a drink on occasion.” Location: OzoneInterests: Drugs, alcohol, insanityOccupation: Disguising my contempt and sitting in an angry chair.Heavy sigh. Aspen has lost one of its finest eclectic characters. We’re not sure, but we imagine Frisco character M. John Fayhee is probably gearing up to hold a celebration of some sort to honor the old guy.***We here at the Corporate Suites of the Inside Out Dishwasher are constantly amazed at the stuff that comes across our collective desks.Books are always a biggie, particularly around the holidays when authors hope to get good reviews and sell lots of product.But this one threw us for a looey. It’s called “Smelly Old History – Victorian Vapours.” A scratch and sniff book to the past.This particular edition outlines why people in Victorian Europe wore so much perfume, the history of the loo, and how they finally figured out why everything stunk so much: Germs.But worse is the scratch and sniff pads.The first is a rose bush, planted around a privy to mask the odors. It doesn’t smell so bad.The second, however, is the heavily polluted River Thames. If you get a copy of this book, we highly urge you not to scratch the River Thames. We were minding our own business, taking a bath, when we read this book, and the smell of the contaminated Thames was enough to make us dunk our head under water.Pewwww-eeeee!Also in the book is factory fumes, a latrine, chocolate bars (we’re not sure why) and the smell of putrefaction after a man’s leg is amputated.It’s absolutely disgusting. We couldn’t recommended it any more highly. We’re heading out to get its companion books: Tudor Odours and Roman Aromas.***It’s that time of year, when we start thinking about going to the fair. We don’t know why February brings this out in us, but we know it happens every year, when all we can think about is fat pigs rolling in the mud, cows chewing cud and people primping puppies.We’ve got the jones out for some real fair-like activities, and we’re not real sure where we can find them in February. If anyone has any ideas, send them our way! Call (970) 668-3998, ext. 237, e us at email@example.com, or fax at (970) 668-0755.
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