End of the Line
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- How (not to) COVID-president
- By Shan Wells
- 08/13/2020
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- Ode to the glove
- By Burt Baldwin
- 07/16/2020
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- What - it turns out - is actually wrong with me
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The question left unanswered for most of my life has been, “What is wrong with you?” often with an expletive in the middle.
- By john van becay
- 05/14/2020
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- End of the Line: Ode to the Sky Steps in uncertain times
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No one has ever asked me if I have a favorite Sky Step, but if they did, I would answer, without hesitation, #357.
- By Max Owens
- 04/09/2020
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- End of the Line: The stars of wonder
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Nothing in life is stable or secure. One ventures out into the dark to watch the meteors rain across an evening sky.
- By Burt Baldwin
- 01/09/2020
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- End of the line: Rusty: A summer bromance
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I was hiking alone, along a meadow, when I noticed a commotion in the grasses. To my surprise, below me, in a pitiful state, was a fledgling redtail hawk!
- By Burt Baldwin
- 08/29/2019
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- End of the line: Rounding third
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fter this winter, all of us are anticipating warmer weather and the signs of spring. We anxiously await the greening of the land and fragrant blossomings. For me, spring is also the advent of my favorite sport, baseball.
- By Burt Baldwin
- 04/04/2019
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- Let me introduce myself
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I’m about to have my cherry popped – and, I mean that in the nicest way. After seven years at The Telegraph, I’m about to pen my first “La Vida Local.”
- By Tracy Chamberlin
- 11/01/2018
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- Wedded bliss, Elephant spin-off & season openers
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'Tis a big week in the Aaland household. Shelly and I celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary today (Thurs., May 11). It was piss-poor planning on my part to set our date so close to Mother’s Day.
- By Chris Aaland
- 05/11/2017
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- End of the line: The stranger
- By Jesse Anderson
- 02/02/2017
- End of the line: The ride-along
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Going undercover on an e-bike and living to tell about it
- By Missy Votel
- 09/05/2016
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- The man without a city-state
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Years ago when I wore a young man’s clothes, I was deported from the Republic of Boulder. They marched me to the border, stripped me of my membership card and my bell bottoms, and cast me out to wander alone among the heathen.
- By john van becay
- 01/30/2020
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- End of the Line: Room 535
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I head up the hall on the fourth floor chemo ward. I notice a group of doctors outside my sister’s room. Anxiety builds as I walk toward them. As I approach closer, they begin to disperse, nodding at me as I enter the room. I take up my station alongside my sister’s bed. She is sleeping.
- By Burt Baldwin
- 02/27/2020