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From now on, they will be known as the Washington Blackskins. Reached for comment, Estes Park's original historian laureate, Reginald Buckminster Wheaty, expressed no shock or disbelief.  "Hyah, hyah, let us be raisonable [affected English accent translated hereafter for clarity].  This is the 1960s.  [Editorial clarification:  It is not.  The man is stuck in the past.]  Everyone's doing it.  Everyone across the state is doing it.  We are no different from anyone else in our distrust of those of different hue.  So naturally, this is the correct stance to take.  Let's continue calling a spade a spade, and, heavens, let's continue calling a delicious Monte Cristo finger sandwich the definition of paradise.  More tea, please, Hattie.  Sorry you can't live in this neighborhood.  Hell, my dog is named "Blackie" because he is so dark and negroid-like, steals food from the table and had a bunch of babies we have to pick up the tab for.  Hyah, hyah.  We sh

Hey everyone.  There's a new sheriff in town.  And he hates rednecks.  And he really, really hates privileged white people who keep voting themselves new privileged white people statues for later, wiser generations to topple. Trustee MacAlpine: Although there is little we agree upon politically, I trust you, as a former reference librarian at a major university, recognize the importance of accurate historic information, including, at a basic level, the correct spelling of first and last names. You would probably not appreciate being remembered 50 years down the line as Estes Park trustee "Barbara MacAlpone" [sic]. Recently, an ad hoc committee in town has been formed to honor the contribution of women to Estes Park's history, a proposal the board favored unanimously, and which I champion wholeheartedly.  Indeed, I was one of the few people arguing forcefully against the permanent removal of the memorial blue spruce trees (if they were diseased,

Grand County , Tom.  Closer to Estes, and more relevant to the discussionwhich is more relevant.  You may want to check it out sometime, instead of forcing everyone to bow at the altar of your false god Breckenridge. Our neighbor to the west is home to 20,000 souls, spread out over an area the size of Rhode Island.  When I was there yesterday, the entire county, meaning everyone residing in Grand Lake, Granby, Fraser, Winter Park, Hot Sulphur, Kremmling, etc., etc., was reporting 22 PCR-confirmed cases of COVID-19 and one post-mortem diagnosis based on organ testing since testing began in March, or an average of 5 cases per month, which has since been updated to 24 cases and the same lone post-mortem diagnosis as of this morning, for those nattering nabobs of negativity.  Over the entire county.   Grand Lake, like Estes Park, is a mecca for out-of-state tourists each summer.  Grand County does not break down cases by community, as Larimer County does, but if you press local offic

No underlying health problems, young and fit by all available metric and measure.  Passed away from coronavirus at the age of 41 on July 5, 2020.  The last three months of his life, including the ARDS, the medically-induced coma, the blot clots, the leg amputation, the pacemaker insertion, the inability to get placed on the waiting list for a double lung transplant, the inability to gain strength and consolation from family visits, the inability to hug his son or wife near the end, all of these horrific sequelae heaped on someone Debbie said wouldn't die, all of these griefs and tragedies you wouldn't, even on your darkest day, wish on your worst enemy. Debbie Does Disease, Disastrously Debbie said no one who was healthy would ever die from this disease.  Ever.  No one.  Nick Cordero was healthy.  Nick Cordero died from this disease.  Hundreds of other healthy people, indeed, thousands of other healthy people, will end up dying from this disease.  But Debbie says, "No

Most honorable Mayor and Trustees: "What's that smell?  Is it coffee?  Oh, no, it's very much not coffee" In speaking with my fellow esteemed downtown business folks yesterday after the Fourth of July holiday sans fireworks, most of them expressed feeling very anus-y, like they were very near the elephant's anus. Yours in managing what we can control, meaning recalls. Estes Park Downtown Mushroom (meaning left in the dark) Merchants Association

Our current museum director is too timid to even wander into his office, let alone out of it, while our Falstaffian historian laureate is probably too busy scanning the front of the menu when he ventures out for more nosh and brew, but whoever "Bird & Jim" consulted for their Big Bold history served up for public consumption on the back of their menus should be allowed to finish the sixth grade before contributing more to Estes Park folklore. "How far can we stretch this tripe before they stop buying it?" Nowhere in extant photos of Isabella Bird or descriptions of James Nugent were either known to wear a sombrero, so the graphic of "someone" going full Cabo on horseback, likely stolen from an old "Man of La Mancha" playbill, should be round-filed.  The "original structure of the Sundeck built in 1926" is pure concocted bullshit.  The only historically accurate word rescued from that entire phrase is "in".  The Sund