A ‘57 bathtub, of course.
Cast iron. Perfect condition. Baby blue. Made by American Standard. With the build date and “Made in USA” molded on the bottom of it.
With matching toilet and sink.
Sitting in my new house.
This little guy and I are looking forward to some real hootenannies during his future bath times.
Oh, look…this piece of paper says that I was born on 1957. What a coincidence.
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“Where do you go to school?
“’Bear Country Ranger School’.”
“Where’s that?”
“Marble, Colorado.”
So goes the conversation between my children and other people several times a year.
“Bear Country Ranger School” is the name of our homeschool. We’ve graduated 2 students from the school, and are gearing up for another full year.
Bear Country Ranger School was founded on the idea that parents can do a better job of teaching their own kids than a public school full of weirdness, distractions, and political correctness.
We teach courses you wouldn’t find in a public school in Chicago.
Bear Country Ranger School meets all the requirements for education, yet has the agility to tailor courses for the students. We use some of the most recent innovations in technology (wind,solar,custom built computers), and bring it all home in a earthy, patriotic, non-hippy atmosphere.
Excuse me, but our mascot is outside of the door right now.
Go fetch the shotgun.
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If you take cave tour with me at Glenwood Caverns Adventure Park, you will see these signs in various places. I’m not exactly sure what they mean.
At first I thought they meant “No bloody hands in the cave.”
I realized that the owners wouldn’t put stuff on the tours which would scare kids, so I concluded that the sign meant “Don’t cut your hand on the stalactites.” That almost made sense until I realized that the picture is not of a human hand.
It is obviously the hand of some mutant creature from another planet. It’s unearthly.
The only conclusion that I can come to is that the sign means,”Don’t cut your alien fingers in the cave.”
Ever since then, I’ve been looking for traces of UFOs in the cave.
I’ve noticed the Sharpshooter photographers acting a little odd lately.
The lights are acting weird in Kings Row, and the bat is a little rambunctious lately.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go check out those stalactites. I think behind them I see a set of antennas
This summer there were some crazy big forest fires here in Colorado. You know about the homes destroyed, and people displaced.
Locally, people were getting a little testy as we all expected something to catch on fire at the drop of a hat-or cigarette.
This sign was hanging at a ranch near Redstone, Colorado.
The guy who put the sign up was serious about fires. I couldn’t print the other sign he had.
Don’t mess with cowboys when it comes to fires.
El Kabong with a shovel.
My son Caleb pulls some amazing stunts, but this one I didn’t believe, even though I saw it with my own eyes.
He said, “Dad, come out and check out my new slackline!”
I followed him out to some rocks and trees where he looked at me and said, “What do you think?” as he pointed to thin air.
“I don’t see anything,” I replied.
“I know,” Caleb smiled. And with that, he walked over beside a rock and started walking up an invisible slackline. My jaw dropped.
He wobbled, shook, and waved his hands wildly as he ascended the loose slant. When he got to the tree, he grabbed the branches, turned around, and said “How was that?’’
I gave him a thumbs up, then went back to my book and continued reading about Houdini.
Kids.