Hey, it’s all just part of the job
It was a weekend on the run. Welcome to summer. I’m still a bit out of breath as I write this.
The first sprint came Friday afternoon, racing to get the obligatories done in time to catch the reception at the Tyrolean before Bravo’s opening concert. Of course, I call it all work, and it is, it is. Just that the research part, glass of wine in hand, has a little over the part that has me scrambling out the calendar entries for the weekend editions while the wife waits, finger tapping, time to go. Gotta love that community journalism, a bit of everything.
Ah, a lull. Still researching, OK day dreaming, as Chee-Yun works her magic on the violin with the Rochester Philharmonic and we catch our evening sunburn on the grass at the Ford Amphitheater. And what luck: Our neighbor’s sister and husband are late, and so we share in the spoils from her bottle of wine.
I try to remember if my wife’s eyes are green through and through or it’s the yellow ring of fire around her pupils that makes her otherwise blues look green. The sun bathes them as I look at her, same as that moment true love struck us 21 years ago in the Santa Barbara backcountry with the flash in her eyes. Yep, still there. Same fire. Oh, I forgot why I was looking into them.
Back to Chee-Yun. Even I can tell she’s really good. Could even play for the Dave Matthews Band, I’ll bet. Turns out the sister’s husband’s name is David Matthews. Ph.D rather than musician, but I’m still impressed. We trade business cards. He runs the River Systems and Meteorology Group for the U.S. Bureau of Reclamation in Denver. A couple of our writers might be interested in talking with him soon. See, still working.
We bump into the Steadman-Hawkins Colorado Open post-concert reception at the amphitheater after that, engaging in more research with folks we know and some we meet.
Doc Hawkins mentions while we talk basketball that one of my favorite players dropped in Vail the other day for consultation on his shoulder and knee. This is everyday stuff for Steadman-Hawkins, of course. Is there any world-class athlete who hasn’t been treated here?
I ask Hawkins to pass along to Kobe a standing invitation if he’s ready to be schooled by the lunch crowd that plays at Eagle Valley Middle School. He laughs heartily, as do I. Hey, but what a story that would be. It could happen. See, I’m still on duty, working it.
Saturday breaks with a drive to check out the new Greg Norman golf course and clubhouse at Red Sky Ranch on my rounds to the office, picking up bagels at Michelle’s and puff pastry at Bon Jour for the Rotary Run for the Future benefit Sunday morning. The golf course is stunning in the morning light, and I’m not even mature enough quite yet to enjoy this gentleman’s game.
I miss the lead foresome of John Elway, Dan Marino, Mike Shanahan and ol’ Norman himself. But later my wife and I sure don’t miss lunch at Sage restaurant in the new log sanctuary, which is demeaned by calling it a clubhouse. You shouldn’t miss a meal at this restuarant, either, if you get the chance.
There’s a quick stop at Eagle’s Flight Days, then driving the valley and nooks as we house hunt. We nose into Vail, Eagle-Vail, Bellyache twice, up a piece from Wolcott, down to Gypsum. This is one way to get to get to know your area like the back of the hand – just drive all over the place, looking for the pearl that might fall into your price range. The humbler that is, the harder you will look, the more you will see. I’ll chock it up to research, too. Editor’s gotta know his towns.
Then the real run early Sunday. Everything comes together for the organizers in time for one of those perfect sunny mornings for running. I sign up for the 5K, first race I’ve been in since 1983.
My pace is a little slower than my optimum, I think after finishing square in the middle of the pack. Too much of a kick at the end. Still, it’s better pain than those lonely runs up Bruce Creek. And best get used to girls passing me like I’m, um, old. And 9-year-old Weston Brock, a veritable blond streak, finishes not much more than a minute behind me. Things have changed in 20 years.
My boy does better in the 10K, coming in eighth overall, second in class, despite turning an ankle halfway through. We’re laboring for a good cause: scholarships and other youth programs through Eagle-Gypsum’s Rotary Club.
Let’s see, what’s next? Oh, genuine work. Gotta dash off a column for Monday’s paper and then help load the truck with items for the Community Rummage Sale in Minturn coming in August. Wife thinks that with a whole weekend of goofing off, I ought to help out around here for a change.
Managing Editor Don Rogers can be reached at 949-0555, ext. 600, or email@example.com