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Summit Up: Showing our true fall colors

by Summit Up


Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column wondering what human foliage would look like.

Checking out all the turning aspen going into the weekend, we were thinking about how leaves turn because their chlorophyll is leaving them (we think). In a sense, then, what we see in the autumn is the trees’ true colors. The chlorophyll acts as this Dorian Gray kind of substance, and when its gone, the leaves suddenly reveal their age. Of course, trees have a plus in that their true colors are usually beautiful, but what about people. What if, every autumn, humans’ true colors were revealed

If this were the case, you might see some odd things in those around you. That mild-mannered accountant in the next cubicle may suddenly have a mottled discoloration on his forehead that, when seen with a black light, reads “road rager.” Suzie in HR has a birthmark appear on her cheek that says “silicone implants,” while Herb in the mailroom can’t stop blurting out, “I still live with my mommy!”

Be weird, eh? It wouldn’t be until the winter solstice that all your self-revelatory things faded away, and by that time you’ll have had to move to another town.


OK, here’s a note from Rob Dollars and Tracy Toole in Frisco, who write thusly:

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“Hi There Summituppers: We were pleased to read the other day that at least one of you had the good taste and musical acumen to attend the Wilco show during Jazz Aspen Snowmass. We enjoyed Calexico and Devotchka as well, but Wilco was the reason we made the trip from to Snowmass for the festival. We knew Jeff Tweedy couldn’t get through the show without wisecracking about the ‘class divisions’ between the rabble (that would have been us) and the VIPs on the other side of the barricade. It got crowded down there in front of the stage, but it was worth it. A great, great show. Now we just need Wilco to play Summit County the next time they are in these parts.

“The next day we also enjoyed Radney Foster (for free!) playing at Copper Country. We are escaped Texans – well, former Austinites actually and that’s different! – and Radney is our home boy. He’s someone else who needs to come up this way more often. When SDN is ready to sponsor a big ol’ Summit County Music Fest, we’d be happy to suggest some bands to invite!

“On to the question … the other day we were enjoying the beautiful late summer weather by hiking up the Tenmile Canyon trail from the trailhead right by I-70. As we climbed higher alongside the creek, we noticed a very long series of metal hoop thingies. What the heck is that? Remnants of some old mining sluice? Parts of an abandoned water supply system for early Frisco? Signs of ancient alien visitation? Please advise.”

Thanks for the notes, Rob and Tracy. We will say that somehow or other we did score those “elite” passes for Jazz Aspen Snowmass and were on the hoity-toity side of things. We were going to say “screw this! We’re going to be with the rest of the proletariate!” and go over to the side with the Great Unwashed. But then we discovered the VIP side had an open bar and all these chefs preparing fancy food, and we, uh, forgot to “cross over.” And yes, Wilco, Devotchka and Calexico were all awesome. Whether we’ll ever get bands of that caliber around here remains unclear. In the past, those who would bring those kinds of bigger acts to Summit County have run up against the Wall of Cheapskates here. In other words, we don’t want to fork over for the big boys, and thus we wind up with folks like Dr. John and whoever. Not that Dr. John isn’t great or anything, but he’s not exactly at the top of his career.

As to your question about the metal hoops, that’s just the remains of an old water pipe from the old mining days. Before things like PVC pipe and whatever, they’d make pipes from wood with wire wrapped around ’em. Not the most efficient thing in the world, but a miner’s gotta work with what he’s got in the olden days.


OK, this appears to be our last entry in the ongoing saga to discover the meaning behind the National Velvet dry cleaners logo (and we still haven’t heard from the National Velvet folks, so we’re guessing they are either very media shy, not newspaper readers or simply unaware of the origins of their logo).

Anyway, Linda Conner agreed with us that it’s not some kind of horse. She says it’s “a stylized version of an antique flatiron, or sadiron.”

So like an old iron, eh? That could be, could be! Good guess, Linda. We’ll put the logo up here one more time, along with an olde fashioned iron photo to see what anyone else thinks. We’re still not sure, but it’s beer-thirty now on a Friday as we write, so we’re outta here!