Sometimes I think I should learn Latin.
After three years of high school French, I could read it reasonably well. Over time, that skill faded. C'est dommage.
Many years later, when I was the director of the Greeley Public Library, I took a Spanish class. But it did little more than ALMOST revive some of my French.
In almost every respect, my life is blessed. But that doesn't stop me from being tired out at the end of a day at the library, or a little irritated for reasons that make sense to me at the time.
But it's really, really hard to stay in a bad mood when you come home and find your front yard filled with flamingos.
Well, OK, not filled. There were just seven of them. But they were pink.
Smiling hugely, I noticed that there was a pink sheet of paper hanging from one of the bird's necks. It read:
"You've been flocked!"
When I was in 5th grade, my family moved from our blue collar, working class neighborhood to an older, established area. The next day we were visited by one of our neighbors, welcoming us.
She gave us something I had never seen before: lox and bagels.
In retrospect, I suppose Mrs. Shklair was the first Jew I'd ever met. I had no particular preconceptions. I just classified her as nice, funny, and bearing the most extraordinary food.
There are now four excellent introductions to the history of Douglas County. The first, pioneering title was Josephine Marr's "Douglas County : a Historical Journey." The second was Susie Appleby's wonderful and meticulous "Fading Past: the Story of Douglas County, Colorado." The third was the Douglas County Historical Society's collection of family histories: "Our Heritage: the People of Douglas County."
And now, there's "Douglas County, Colorado: A Photographic Journey," by the Castle Rock Writers.