From the Godfather:

"Our program, basically, was to drive the real estate goons completely out of the valley... No more huge, space-killing apartment buildings to block the view, from any downtown street, of anybody who might want to look up and see the mountains. No more land rapes, no more busts for "flute playing" or "blocking the sidewalk"... f*@k the tourists, dead-end the highway, zone the greedheads out of existence, and in general create a town where people could live like human beings, instead of slaves to some bogus sense of Progress that is driving us all mad."
Hunter S. Thompson on the mayoral campaign for Joe Edwards he was working on in Aspen, 1969, a year before he ran for Sheriff on the legendary Freak Power ticket. From Rolling Stone article, Oct. 1, 1970 "The Battle of Aspen: Freak Power in the Rockies"

Aloha Saints and Princesses

Ahoy old friends,

The gelatinous goo is sharply falling by the wayside, and the calmness of graduate life is gently setting in.  Have I graduated from sobriety? No; just from a masters degree program that was completed by a combination of showing up for class and doing my homework. This is a similar recipe for success in sobriety. Go to secret anonymous meetings, and do your step work. (Call sponsor).  Today I depart for a short stint in Hawaii, in a home full of drug and alcohol consumption (read Grandma's house).  But one day at a time  I will not be partaking in the general inebriation.  Life is good. So much to be grateful for, high on the only drug you don't come down from, sobriety. Real life shot into the main vein of consciousness. Trudging on and sending blessings from the Ghost faced bandit.

Aho,

The Goose Wrangler.