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A gal who cain’t say no

The legendary playwright and wit George S. Kaufman famously said that one should try everything once. Except incest. And folk dancing. I subscribe to this philosophy whole-heartedly.  I remember even giving folk dancing a shot.  (Didn’t we all  have to … Continue reading

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Name-dropping

All through my improbable life I’ve had the good fortune to rub shoulders with the celebrated.  It has been my great privilege to meet some of the most gifted people on the planet.  Some of these encounters have been planned … Continue reading

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White Water

Some close friends of mine were on their way to a summer getaway in Aspen recently. They’d been there before and didn’t need any advice from me when it came to finding nifty things to do in the Mountain Time … Continue reading

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The Motherhood of the Traveling Pants

In January of 1991 I had a big skiing disagreement with a very skinny Aspen tree up on Elk Camp on Snowmass Mountain.  The tree won.  And the ski patrol carted me off in a sled. X rays at Aspen … Continue reading

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See Michael Reese Run

Photo by Joe Tighe Hear ye.  Hear ye.  Consider this the royal easel outside of Buckingham Palace:  On Tuesday, July 23, at 4:37 a.m. Her Highness, Ashlee Roffe, was safely delivered of a girl, Delia.  The newest princess weighed seven … Continue reading

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What A Difference A Letter Makes

Author’s note:  Chicago Blackhawk fans, congrats on the Stanley Cup triumph.  Right now you’re on top of the world.  Take note, however… Years ago, when I was in the high society/charitable phase of my life, I was tapped to join … Continue reading

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The Commerce Comet

I love to ski.  Downhill.  (No cross-country for me.  Too much work.  I need gravity.)  I came to skiing late in life, aided and abetted by my handsome, easy-going Snowmass ski instructor. The gods of Ullr were smiling down on … Continue reading

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