Frozen Dead Guy Days
Intro by Nederland resident Colin Huff If you were suspended in air above the mountains west of Boulder, Colorado, you would see a network of empty two lane highways winding through ranges and mountain peaks, connecting the ex-mining towns that speckle the great divide like knots in a massive, squiggly net. The irony of such a simile is, of course, that the people living in these relatively isolated towns (if you can even call them towns—there are a few with populations in the single digits) are people who would pick up on, and object to, the metaphoric implication of living under a net. Perhaps, then, like a child scribbling with a black and yellow crayon would be a more appropriate simile. I always assumed people were just being ignorant when they sent me letters...
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