To my way of thinking, which is usually wrong, there is a hierarchy of mountain towns in Colorado based on how mountain-y they really are. And by mountain-y, I mean scenic, authentic and a pain in the ass to get to.
There are fine food festivals the world over these days. There's only one in Aspen. The Food & Wine Classic is inextricably linked to this glorious town, to the betterment of both. This is synergy at work.
When did everything involving three or more millenials start requiring a freaking DJ?
You know how they have those signs along roads that tell you to watch out for falling rocks? You know how you always ignore them? Well, there's a place near where I live where you really do have to watch out, and it claimed another vehicular victim recently.
The hardest-working frontwoman in rock 'n' roll is back, with an act that's bigger, better and bolder than ever.
Superstar skier Stein Ericksen died Sunday at his home in Park City, Utah. He was 88. He won the gold medal for Giant Slalom in the 1952 Winter Olympics, held in his native, Norway. A few years later, in 1954, he took three golds in the World Championships in Sweden.
The best kind of ladies night!
I know this is a little off-topic, but I'd like to revisit a subject from last month that I think deserves more time, and that's my anniversary -- or, more specifically, anniversaries in general.