I miss Aspen Highlands, the ski museum. Reading about John Moore’s new book “A History of Aspen Highlands: Where Have All the Characters Gone?” in Monday’s Aspen Daily News brought back a flood of memories from my days and days and days of skiing Aspen Highlands.

When I was a college undergraduate, my school (Yale) often battled labor unions. Yale was slow to share the wealth locked up in its huge endowment. It claimed that it was trying to save for a rainy day or financial depression.

What a fussy little bunch we are, here in Aspen. We’re like the Goldilocks and the three bears of resort occupancy. On a weekend powder day we exclaim in a huff: “The mountains are way too crowded!” During a drought year we humbly opine: “The mountain’s not quite busy enough.” Then in off-se…

What a year! The snow just won’t stop coming and last year’s drought is a distant memory. It really hit me last Saturday, when I found myself skiing Aspen Mountain with another foot of fresh snow. It was the third straight weekend of the same, and we’re about to have another one starting tomorrow.

It’s hard to ignore that our little town has had a lot of heavy news of late.

HB19-1177, the “red flag” bill, passed the Colorado House last week, is now in the state Senate. It would mandate an expedited legal process to temporarily confiscate firearms from, and ban their acquisition by, individuals found by the court to pose an “extreme risk” to themselves or others.

We are in the middle of the wettest winter on record in the lower 48 states. As I write this, it is 43 degrees in Winter Park and raining in Redstone. This season, massive avalanches have killed six people so far and swept across and closed, along with rockslides, regional highways and roads…