It’s about the kids
“Hi, Mr. Harter.”
If it’s your first time walking the halls at Needham Elementary School, it takes some getting used to: a young student eagerly greeting the principal. Did you greet your principal? Pretty sure I didn’t, and certainly not with similar enthusiasm.
more John Peel
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Two families, two sons, only memories remain
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Project elevates trail – and engineer’s career
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For American Legion to stay relevant, it’s time to draw in younger veterans
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Need poetic license? ‘Slam’ champ opens doors at Durango High
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13-year-old rebounds from tragedy
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Hair today, gone tomorrow for child cancer research
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Is this a business or a museum?
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From ‘burang’ to ‘Blair and Sarah’ – Cambodian culture shock
Warrant Officer Will “Billy” McCotter was eager to head for his new post in Hawaii when he finally got that pain in his stomach checked out.
Sgt. 1st Class Jim Thode was investigating a suspicious wire along a road in Afghanistan when an improvised explosive device detonated underneath him.
In another few weeks, when you zip down the Animas River Trail behind the Durango Mall, try to take a minute, or at least a spare nanosecond, to appreciate the path you’re on.
American Legion Post No. 28, founded in Durango in 1921, has a problem. It’s something that all such venerable organizations must face at one time or another: Its membership is getting older and dwindling.
Sure, there are many ways to make a statement. You don’t have to climb atop the trophy case of your new high school, yell to grab everyone’s attention and then break into a poetic rap.
That was Jovan Mays’ method.
DURANGO MOUNTAIN RESORT – The monoski glides smoothly downhill, piloted by an obviously skilled 13-year-old.
“This is SO hard,” he says as he angles the device into a quick turn and whips past us.
Imagine, if you have to, that you are a parent. You’re told your child has cancer and you begin to research online. All you read is that your child is almost certainly going to die.
“I was flipping out,” recalled Cindi Shank, who faced this scenario a dozen years ago.
Among the things you’re probably not expecting to see when you venture into the Main Mall:
A Civil War promotion signed by Abraham Lincoln.
A Lee Harvey Oswald savings account withdrawal receipt.
A baseball signed in 1968 by rookie of the year Johnny Bench.
No more chants of “burang, burang” as they walk down the street. No more motorbikes cruising along with an unhelmeted family of five hanging on.
