When the nation’s largest college admissions scandal broke in March, it snagged a number of high-fliers. Three dozen people were charged with paying bribes to get their kids into big-name schools. Some just arranged for “proctors” to cheat on the SAT. Others fabricated colorful yarns about t…

When the nation’s largest college admissions scandal broke in March, it snagged a number of high-fliers. Three dozen people were charged with paying bribes to get their kids into big-name schools. Some just arranged for “proctors” to cheat on the SAT. Others fabricated colorful yarns about t…

Kudos to the town of Basalt and the developers of Willits Town Center, who envisioned and are moving forward with a new, approximately 10,000-square-foot, state-of-the-art performing arts center in the heart of the Willits development. Too bad the powers that be in Snowmass Village aren’t as…

I both love and hate social media. And since it’s not going anywhere, I’m going to have to come to terms with that. Facebook, Instagram and other apps that I am likely too old to know or care about are on our phones, computers and generally part of society. So not only can you enjoy the fall…

It was a day that changed everything.

Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies.

Being, as we are, the most highly- or over-educated county in the country per capita, save Los Alamos where they invented you know what and if you don’t know what, it’s the thing North Korea is working to deliver by missile to a country near you, I thought I would riff on the techniques of J…

Did you ever think you were going crazy? That’s the difference between people who are genuinely crazy and those that aren’t; people who are literally insane would never even admit, insinuate or question even the remote possibility that they’re nuts. On the surface life looks copasetic. Behin…

All the millennials flocked to Snowmass for John Mayer last weekend, and all their parents gathered for Weezer, and all of their parents assembled for Sting. I’m sure it was a fantastic multi-generational party.

I texted a friend midday Saturday to tell him I had run into a mutual acquaintance at the new W Hotel’s rooftop pool. The response came back: “You’re inside the roundabout on Labor Day? Brave Man. God’s speed.”