How many Boulderites have never seen cattle? And more

A LITTLE MORE ACCOUNTABILITY, A LITTLE LESS ENABLING

By Max R. Weller

Read Boulder cattle get a moo-ve on in push to tame tall oatgrass in the Daily Camera. Quoting from the story below:

“It’s definitely the Wild West,” said Sierra Stowell, of Martin Acres, who was on the trail for a run with her Italian mastiff, Sweet Pea. “It’s remembering the way that Colorado was. I love seeing this. It’s completely unexpected, coming around the corner and seeing all these cows.”

Huh? It’s the way Colorado is NOW, Sierra. That you, or anyone else, living inside the Boulder Bubble expresses surprise when reality intrudes says a great deal about your own disconnect with the Real World . . . BTW, how many people anywhere have seen an Italian mastiff?

Damned ugly mutt, if you ask me.

More Boulder weirdness in this letter-to-the-editor of the DC. Sorry, I don’t drink milk very often, but when I do I want it to come from a cow.

“Doris” the cardboard box-dweller, and former 1175 Lee Hill Housing First resident, showed up at Boulder Shelter for the Homeless this morning with one of her male friends; she was still staggering after a couple of days being pickled. A word about this male friend — he’s one of the homeless characters who spends hours each day wandering around the neighborhood and nearby countryside, looking under every bush and into every nook and cranny of buildings, anywhere that others might seek to stash their camping gear and miscellaneous property. Draw your own conclusions as to his motivation. As far as I’m concerned, both Doris (NOT her real name) and her companion are a waste of good oxygen.

There really are people like Anton Jackson (portrayed by Damon Wayans) right here in Boulder, CO. Check out the YouTube video.

I’m hoping for no more than an occasional thunderstorm in the afternoons from now until next Fall. As long as I have a fairly new tarp, I can cope with the rain, up until the point where the ground is saturated and water starts standing on the surface. Still hoping to find an old barn for shelter next winter:

On Bobolink Trail in Boulder, CO

Tonight at my campsite: cheese sandwiches on wheat bread with Dijon mustard.

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