by James F. Burns
The leaden sky had lowered throughout the day until late afternoon it sat close to the ridge tops. I sat with my back against a boulder to gain some respite from the wind that, in concert with the darkening clouds, had picked up in intensity since morning. To cap it off, heavy rain drops beg…
I knocked on the door, holding a bouquet of bright yellow flowers for the minister’s daughter. Would she even remember me? The door swung open, and Miss Mathew said. “Come in, come in.” Yes, she remembered.
Conductor Ed Riley was worried about time. He was working aboard a Denver & Rio Grande narrow gauge train with three empty cars attached and a small crew complement, on the way to Montrose to pick up some VIPs and return with them to Salida.
Happy Cinco de Mayo, a holiday celebrated in the U.S. and Mexico to celebrate Mexican heritage and Mexico’s freedom from France following the 1862 defeat of the French at the Battle of Puebla in Mexico.
A year ago, along with the rest of the state, nation and world, Upper Arkansas Valley business owners and managers were attempting to cope with fallout from the coronavirus.