"Holy shit, I think someone just sent me a bunch of drugs," funky folk singer-songwriter Todd Snider announced from Nashville. "That's mushrooms." Just another day in the life of a well-traveled troubadour.
I quickly checked myself before showing that I was alarmed by her reaction, and continued to smile. I imagined that I was the first black person that she had ever seen, and wanted my encounter with her to be a positive one.
When I finally went to bed Thursday night and closed my eyes, I could see only images of rushing water. In the ensuing days, the sound of falling rain, which I have always found soothing, now seems fearsome. When will it start up again? How hard will it rain? How long it will last?
Everything is context. Take the bus driver off the bus, the waiter out of the restaurant, your child's teacher out of the classroom, and the question when you both meet on the street might be: "I think I know you..."
When you lose the use of one sense, the others become heightened. That's certainly true for Gerry Leary of Boulder, Colorado. Leary has been blind since birth, yet he operates a successful coffee roasting business and a café near Boulder's main pedestrian mall, Pearl Street.
Sure, you won't have any trouble finding a pair of Crocs in Boulder (they were invented here) or Phish-loving, mountain-hugging locals, but a good restaurant is a different story. Plenty of great eats abound and whittling them down to the five best is actually a challenging endeavor.
This Friday, 2012: In the Beginning, a documentary film by Director Shannon Kring Buset, premiers at the Nomad Theater in Boulder. It answers questions about the Maya calendar, and will also raise money for the San Rafael School of Copán Ruinas, Honduras.
This week we force Pete to dig up repressed memories of Blinky the Clown; Pete shares the ups and downs of being one of Colorado's most beloved burrito barons; and we explore tube trains, alpine slides, and other possible solutions to I-70 traffic.