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Vote ‘no’ on LPEA amendment

Before calling a meeting of the La Plata Electric Association membership, you must submit 3,500 supporting signatures (10% of the membership). That’s what will be necessary if the LPEA membe...

‘Metrics, costs transparent to members’

I endorse John Purser for La Plata Electric Association board of directors, District 4. Our energy supply options are changing rapidly. Distributed power produced by a variety of generation ...

Purser ‘should be District 4’ rep

I live in La Plata Electric Association District 4 and have net-metering with battery backup. LPEA does a good job keeping the grid up and for that, I am grateful. I have 30-plus years of ex...

‘A lot of traffic going nowhere’

The Mrs. and I went into town recently, and there was a lot of traffic going nowhere, a rich mix of drivers: locals, new locals, travelers, tourists and truckers. Traffic volume increased so...

‘Questions about integrity of our vote’

On April 13, the news story, “Dave Woodruff claims victory in Durango City Council election recount,” says that our county clerk and her staff were gratified to see that everyone behaved, an...

Boebert’s wolf claims ‘flawed’

I am writing to express my concerns about Lauren Boebert’s guest column headlined, “Boebert: ‘Science is clear, gray wolf is fully recovered,“ in which Boebert defends her proposed Trust th...

Poem: Canoe Koan

to pack my canoe without you is to be blue even before the brown-green waters of the Gunnison as a poetry bandit I’m at a loss what rhymes with Gunnison? What rhymes with Dominguez? I can on...

Poem: Two Turns

There is so much anticipation when it comes to skiing powder. There is so much hope, dreams, remembrances of past times, perfect. The pure swo o o o sh shhh of skis displacing snow under you...

Poem: A Haiku

What does it all mean asked the rich man to his friend. Soft winds flutter leaves. Ed Lehner Durango ...

Poem: What a Wasted Society

I held my Grandma’s hand. We walked past an old man. I started to cry, he was missing an eye! We tossed a few coins in his pan. Sixty years have passed. Many questions I have asked. As I loo...

Poem: Home in the Mountains

The smell of the fresh rainy air when you go outside in the morning The bright warm sun glistening through the trees and onto your face The faint sound of the waves crashing by the river The...

Poem: Alleyways

Thoughts not spoken become Secrets weighing-in on our hearts I spoke Rendering my truth open Sharing a thought hidden deep inside Unknown to casual passers-by Burdens heavy or light Shaped t...
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