You are reading an opinion column titled “Let’s Talk”. The column space and publication in the Carbon County Comet newspaper is a generous gift from Michael Armstrong and Dana Davis.
My buddy Darby (Grandson of Buck and Ardyce Hoem of Cow Creek) called me from Taiwan over the holidays. We had not been in contact for about 3 months, which is very unusual for us. We normally initiate contact about every three weeks.
Given he lives in Taiwan and the hours are not always easy to align, talking every three weeks is pretty good.
Perceptions of Carbon are of small-town personalities and characters. Most people presume the various artificial entities “persons” as our “community”. Those perceptions would be misleading. The men and women and kids are our real communities
A few sentences now, to set the context for this issue of Let’s Talk!
Thanksgiving was always a big day at both my parents’ homes. When my father and mother got divorced, in the custody decree, Thanksgiving was spent one year with my father and the next year with my mother.
When I got older and could drive, I would split the day between the two.
A couple of years back, my sister and I went to Maine to help my parents move to Colorado.
The morning turned into a fiasco due to the Lyft driver, who could barely speak English and could not find my sister’s address. We had to eventually drive her car to the Denver Airport and leave it in valet parking. We got to the airport with about an hour to spare, but security was being renovated, so the airport was funneling everyone into a much smaller security area.
Hello! You are reading an opinion composed by a co-owner of a tiny Carbon County radio station and published by a Carbon County newspaper. We are in and of our local small communities. By definition, we are small potatoes in the greater view of such things.
However insignificant our public voices and opinions may appear to the casual observer and however small the influence of our opinions, we have a real Voice! We use it!
I won’t deny that there was a part of me that did not really accept my mortality as I faced surgery on November 3. Don’t get me wrong, I am not fearful of death.
I watched my father embrace death along with his pure belief that he was going to heaven. It was a relief to him to go to the promised land.
First, it can be afforded is a crucial consideration.
At Memorial Hospital of Carbon County (MHCC), this question can be answered by the business office, which will make every effort to make sure it can be done in a financial manner that causes the least stress.
This opinion may offend a few sensibilities and immovable perspectives. So be it. If you, the reader, have a sensitive disposition or a die-hard attitude, it’s probably best if you skip this opinion. If you are of the more hardy personality (I expect that you are, being the resolute Wyoming individual we seem to prefer), read on and please comment, start or join a conversation. Let’s talk!
I was asked to come to the “No Kings Day” at Riverside on Saturday. As a reporter of things happening in Carbon County, I tried to make it.
Unfortunately, when I got there, only signs were present.
At the Comet, we try to keep a balanced coverage of politics when it is news. When press releases come from politicians in our State and County, we put them in.
One recent evening, the Western sky presented a palette of turquoise and tangerine enhanced with scattered, puffy white clouds. The sight was a privilege worth a few minutes of high plains appreciation.
When I rose the next morning, I was greeted with a rising Eastern sun illuminating the West with a brilliant, full spectrum rainbow. It doesn’t get any better up here in “Get it done!” Carbon County.
