As I sit here observing Veterans Day I wonder, where are these kids getting these guns?

The problem I have with the work ethic of the current president is the same one that his father would have if he were there to see his son: where is it? Did he check it at the door of Trump Tower the last time he checked out to work in Washington?

As I sit here observing Veterans Day I wonder, where are these kids getting these guns?

The problem I have with the work ethic of the current president is the same one that his father would have if he were there to see his son: where is it? Did he check it at the door of Trump Tower the last time he checked out to work in Washington?

Our local Aspen newspapers have a troll problem. The enabler, not surprisingly, is the “Facebook Comments Plugin” section at the bottom of each story. What initially was conceived as a way for readers to feel more “connected” has ended up sowing the seeds of division. If we really are a comm…

Reporting in from my off-season perch in sunny Santa Monica, where the temperature is still hovering in the mid-to-high 70s, the views of the Pacific Ocean are spectacular and the sunsets even more so, we are currently under invasion from all sorts of electronic transport — some good, some m…

When I last wrote about the Lift One corridor project (“History, ski lifts, and Gordian knots”, June 27, 2018), it seemed the shackles keeping the redevelopment of the area around Aspen’s original ski lift might be loosening a bit. At that point, the big issue seemed to be disagreement over …

Not only am I girding my loins for a crushing defeat at the polls of all I believe in, I do so while surrounded by the elderly, the homeless and the ignorant.

Here’s the thing about money: standing out there, naked and unaccompanied, you and I can’t tell where it comes from.  There are plenty of people who’d like to keep it that way.  Some are in medicine, and others are “private equity” firms that load themselves up with wads of it to invest in t…

People like me wear their hair long as a protest, against what I’m not quite sure. Maybe it’s societal norms, perhaps it’s fear of going bald. My obsession with hair started at a very early age; in retrospect it must’ve been somewhere around kindergarten or first grade. Our mother took all t…

Good morning! How do you feel today? A little rough? I bet.