At a pizzeria in Telluride, we recently overheard a
couple of shopping-bag laden tourists discuss their vacation. "It's
like Switzerland," one sighed happily, "only cheaper."
But Colorado is not Switzerland, despite the
best efforts of Telluride and Vail. The chocolate here is not
nearly as good; our passenger train system is just about
nonexistent, and we are not particularly efficient. In fact, the
state seems to be in the midst of an epidemic of
inefficiency.
In Walden, the Jackson County Star
reported, and the New Yorker repeated, "What was reported as
possible vandalism west of Walden turned out, upon investigation,
to be a matter of shoddy workmanship."
We called
the Star to get the details, but no one answered the phone for a
long time. Then the answering machine asked us to leave a message,
or leave a fax - if it were a Monday or Tuesday. It was Thursday,
so we
didn't.
Then
we received a press release from the Mrs. Colorado - America
Pageant, which announced that the search is on for a Mrs. Paonia.
This is impressive thoroughness on their part - Paonia lies five
hours from Denver and has about 600 women in it. Mrs. Paonia would
advance to the state pageant to be held in Denver next June. But
the qualifications are daunting: Interested applicants must be
married, have lived in the state for six months, be at least 18 and
"must live and work in the city limits of Denver."
Grand
Junction, Colo., Police Chief Darold Sloan has announced his
retirement following his arrest in nearby Ridgway for drunk
driving. His blood-alcohol level was measured at .183 percent, well
above the .10 level considered legally drunk. The 49-year-old will
collect a standard city retirement benefits package, reports the
Grand Junction Daily Sentinel. Then there's the aptly named
assistant state veterinarian Dr. John Maulsby. The Colorado
Department of Agriculture said he will receive additional training
after he tried to euthanize an elk calf suspected of carrying
tuberculosis by breaking its
neck.
The
rest of the West isn't doing so well, either. In Montana, for
example, there is some debate over whether carcinogens actually
cause cancer.
Doctors - fuddy-duddies that they
are - think they do: "Common sense tells us that preventing the
flow of cancer-causing substances into Montana water is
beneficial," Dr. Dale Vermillion of Billings told the Helena
Independent Record. "Toxins and carcinogens discharged in mine
pollution can have detrimental health effects for ourselves and our
children and they should be kept out of our water."
Vermillion, along with some 150 of his medical
peers, endorsed a water quality initiative that would put tighter
controls on the quality of water coming out of Montana's hard rock
mines. This, of course, raised the ire of the mining industry and
its friends.
"I don't know what the number in
Montana is for physicians, but 150 obviously is a minority," said
Tom Daubert, a spokesman for initiative opponents. "I don't
question their intentions, but I question their qualifications and
the validity of the analysis they did before reaching a
conclusion."
What
Jim DuPont does is go to a Wal-Mart or Safeway in Idaho or Wyoming
and buy, at retail, enough cases of Pepsi and Coke to fill his
Toyota pickup. Then he drives home to Jackson, Wyo., and sells the
Pepsi and Coke at wholesale to the airport, hospital and other
places with vending machines. It's the American way: buying low and
selling high. But not according to the Coke and Pepsi bottlers in
Jackson, whose wholesale prices are $1 to $2 per case more than
DuPont's. According to the bottlers, DuPont is "transshipping' - a
sort of Mann Act for pop cans. So the bottlers are doing something
that's also all-American: They're suing DuPont, according to the
Jackson Hole News. DuPont, an Osage Indian, is confident he'll win.
But meanwhile he's holding on to his day job as a van driver at the
Jackson Hole
Airport.
Elsewhere
in Montana, state Rep. Jim Burnett, R-Luther is trying to put
efficiency back into law enforcement. He has introduced a bill that
would introduce "public spanking on the bare buttocks' as a form of
punishment for those 12 years old and older found guilty of drawing
graffiti and other public mischief. "You can fine "em, you can
incarcerate "em, but unless you hurt "em, they don't remember it,"
he told the Helena Independent Record.
*Lisa
Jones
Heard around the West
invites readers to get involved in the column. Send any tidbits
that merit sharing - small-town newspaper clips, personal
anecdotes, relevant bumpersticker slogans. The definition remains
loose. Heard, HCN, Box 1090, Paonia, CO 81428 or
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