When I first asked my sister if she would write something for the Colorado Campaign, she said, “OK, I guess I can do something. But it’s probably going to be goofy.”
My response: “I’m sorry, have you ever read my blog? I talked about how the gray matter of my brain was mad with power a few days ago. Goofy fits right in.”
When I read her submission, I absolutely loved it. She has Colorado summed up to a T.
So please join me in welcoming Emily!
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Sputnik’s Wacky Colorado: Cow Town Syndrome
Our hat-to-head ratio is off.
5 heads. 14 western hats? How on earth did that happen?
As Anya is so fond of saying, Colorado is a cow town. It wants to be a big city when it grows up, but isn’t quite ready to leave mommy (a.k.a. The Old West). Here’s the thing about Colorado, given enough time, even if you’re not originally from here, it gets into your heart and bones. It’s rare to hear someone comment about hating Colorado. There’s a beauty here which grabs your affection.
That being said, for all it’s beauty, this state brings out the wackiness in people. Not just the UFO/Bigfoot type of wacky, but the name-a-cafeteria-after-a-cannibal wacky (more on that another time). This strangeness isn’t always so obvious, though. It can invisibly slip into your life. Hence the multitude of cowboy hats. I blame it on Cow Town Syndrome.
Still, it can be startling to realize just how deeply it’s got you.
[Warning: This is a result of nepotism out of desperation. I am no photographer, I’m just related to one.]
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