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Piling On

In The Naked Gun, there’s a wonderful scene where the bad guy has just been zapped by a dart from the hero, Lt. Frank Drebin. “He’ll be all right,” Drebin says, and he would have been –  if the bad … Continue reading

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A Healthy Respect

When you think about it, we don’t ask for that much from our presidential candidates. Just the agelessness of Superman or Wonder Woman. The steel-clad sweat glands of the Terminator. And maybe the all-around athleticism of Steve Austin, the Six … Continue reading

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Keeping Watch

On Wednesday evening, I’m pretty sure Denver International Airport was tracking an Unidentified Flying Missy. As Heather waved me over to the car, Missy began bouncing in the passenger seat. And bouncing. And … well, you get the idea. She … Continue reading

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Walking in the Dark

The distance falls away softly, a yard at a time in the still of a Longmont night. Step. Step. And step again. Even just a few blocks from Main Street, sounds are muted and far between. The metallic chime of … Continue reading

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If There’s Anything …

I’m tempted to just write the words “Thank you” and be done with it this week. After all, what else is there for me to say? I’m referring, of course, to the steady stream of comments, offers and good wishes … Continue reading

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Words of Honor

“He wrapped himself in quotations – as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.” — Rudyard Kipling   Slowly but surely, the words are claiming the wall. Muhammad Ali watches from one point, Saint Paul from another. … Continue reading

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The Kitchen-Table Journalist

I think I’m becoming a rumor. That’s usually my wife’s job. When we lived in Kansas, Heather got out of the house so rarely that she said people would decide I was making her up – or that I had … Continue reading

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That Thirteen Something

I don’t have a lot of superstitions. I find black cats adorable, broken mirrors are just a mess to clean up, and I could step on a sidewalk’s worth of cracks without screwing up my family’s spines any worse than … Continue reading

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And Off They Flu

In case you ever wanted to know, the words I Hate The Flu come up 16.4 million times on a Google search. By now, Heather’s ready to add another 500,000 personally. That’s right. My wife is down, despite hope and … Continue reading

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Speaking Ill

I’ve used this space many times to take a breath and reflect. This time, it’s just good to be able to breathe. That’s right. For the whole week surrounding the Fourth, Casa Rochat was officially the House O’ Plague. At … Continue reading

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