Victor T. Anderson bought a new pair of cowboy boots. You can read all about it in the Estes Park Trail-Gazette, whose new mission statement nowhere includes the words "we will strive to keep you constantly updated on the status of Victor T. Anderson's footwear choices". I've said it before, and I'll say it again. If this were Elko, Nevada, or Lexington, Nebraska, or Buffalo, Wyoming, Victor T. Anderson's weekly poop sheet (meaning rancid diarrhea on the page, not the nautical bent) would probably be welcome. I have no idea if they tolerate dreck and doggerel clogging their pages any more than any other place, but Estes Park, Colorado, has no agriculture to speak of, two failing community gardens, some vanity black Angus that wouldn't sell on the Chicago livestock market for anything near what they bring up here, and probably a couple of patches of carefully tended marijuana. It reflects very poorly on Estes Park that (a) we have to constantly apo...