Steamboat Pilot & Today

While camping at Stagecoach State Park during Memorial Day, I shot the breeze with a contractor from Granby. His name was Troy. He reminded me that Granby had been bulldozed by some disgruntled citizen. I replied that Steamboat uses developers. Troy smiled and then said the town at first attributed the destruction to some underground movement. I replied that in our city that term now had a special meaning ... it refers to our new parking scheme. Troy sighed as he told me how the incident almost cooked the town. I had to explain how Steamboat was already cooked. Troy bragged about the brick by brick approach Granby was taking to rebuild. I told him we were building a new town the same way. Troy shared his optimism about raising Granby to a new level and how he valued its open spaces. I responded that Steamboat was also "razing" its sight and excited about how construction gives a new twist to "don't fence me in."

Troy and I jawed some more, Troy reiterating his optimism about where Granby was going to land. "Where was Steamboat going to land?" he asked. I told him we probably wouldn't decide until we ran out of gas. He then offered me some encouragement and hope, relaying the old adage about change being good for the town's mental health. "You know, I think you're right, Troy. I was becoming awfully schizophrenic about things, but we're doing OK now." That made him laugh.

"If it's sanity you are after, there is no recipe like laughter." - Henry Elliot

Keeping it light,

John Ayer