Time flies. We now have less than three months remaining in the city and county’s temporary moratoriums on new hotel and nightly rentals.
Mark Twain is credited with saying everybody talks about the weather, but nobody ever does anything about it. Here in Grand County, everybody talks about the drought, but nobody does anything about it.
We urban-transplant eco-socialist Thanos-emulating city council members have been seeing more “You people…” and “What were you thinking…” letters lately. Kerri Bertwell and Marjorie Haun, writing earlier this month, may not know they have much in common with the political left. Everyone is unhappy about the congestion. Everyone wants more economic diversity. And more than a few blame the city council.
I loved watching the Golden Spike ceremonies on television last week. Took me back more years than I would normally want to admit. When I was a child, the big deal was the Days of ’47 (which had nothing to do with the railroads).
I am writing because my fourth grade daughter recently sent a letter requesting information for a school report on Grand County to the county offices.
Marjorie Hahn, in her recent “My View” column, expressed misgivings over the increasingly dominant role of tourism on Moab’s economy (what she calls the “imbalance”). But I think she attributes far too much importance to decisions made or not made by local public officials. As I will try to show, our local economy has responded to certain “megatrends” affecting the entire country and indeed the whole world.
The Grand County Change of Form of Government Study Committee sends its greetings. We are diligently collaborating to choose our suggested form of government. Meanwhile, we encourage you to get involved, give insight, and follow us!
When members of the Castle Valley Fire Department respond to a structure fire they are required to wear self-contained breathing apparatus, in addition to their 45-pound structure turnout gear.
Let’s take one last look at the history Edith Johnston left for us when she finished her 36-year effort to write her memoirs in 1996. I consider her stories worthy of this column since she grew up in various little places across the Cisco Desert along the base of the Book Cliffs, and that is what this column is really about; telling the stories of the people who spent time in the Book Cliffs country.
I am writing this out of the firm belief that “it takes one to know one.” I don’t know at exactly what age it started, and of course, my mother, now, can’t tell me. By school age, we both knew that a normal kid didn’t make the noises when talking like I did. Some described it as “he sounds like he has a clothespin on his nose.” What I am describing is nasal allergy due to sensitivity to cow’s milk.