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May 2009 
What was the last thing you smiled about?
Posted on Jan 7th, 2009
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Farland
Farland
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for December 30, 2008:
Last week one busy day I went out to get my skis from the rack at work and they were gone. They were my best classic race skis the ones I had been given when I was in Norway and poles too the Swix team pole. In their place were some old maybe 20 year old Fischer Skate Skis and same vintage poles. I recognized the skis from a customer who had considered renting boots and filled out a form. I found the form and called the number it was disconnected. I tried to find the address given but it didn't seem to exist. I called Dawn. She encouraged me to call the police knowing they'd be gracious if it was a mistake. So I filed a report and I was very sad. The next day at work I pulled out some ancient skis and borrowed some poles for giving lessons. Around midday I went out and there were my skis in the rack and the others gone. They had been taken by accident and returned! I called the police to close the case. I told them the skis had been returned and my faith in humanity restored. Apparently that was written in the police report about the return of my faith in humanity. Sheriff George thought maybe that would be cause for Aspen to go on Code Red alert "when Farland Fish lost her faith in humanity". Now it is back to Green again. (That bomb scare was no more than Amber)
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This is a wonderful story! Can I quote all or parts of it in other places? I’ll credit you of course.
A long time ago my friends were driving crosscountry and one left the wallet with all their cash at a gas station in arizona. A few days later their friends back home called them to say the wallet had arrived by mail, all the money still inside.
I love stories like these.
Me too. Last year I think I did write about losing my pursey thing fallen out of the truck in Moab and days later the market there calling me that someone found it in the street and brought it in money and everything. It was better than not losing it at all. At the same time there is something all right with the real losings too the ones that don’t come back in the same way.
Yes, and it’s good to remember to keep track of your own wallet, especially if all the money you have is in it. But I love those kinds of stories anyway.
I really enjoyed the story and we will work on setting up the Color Alert System, but I still think we need to rethink the colors. Condition Mauve for “All’s Well”, then maybe Condition Peuce for “Be Alert” and so on all the way up to Condition Sierra Sunset for the highest and most serious; someone has lost faith in humanity and we all need to band together to do what ever is necessary to restore that faith.
Years ago in Telluride, someone broke into the the then fur store and took armloads of fur coats and dumped them in the Free Box downtown. No one took any, just the jeans, shoes, hats and gloves that were in the box already and weretruly needed.
Your new raptor reminded me, have you read Frank Rivers’ book, The Way of the Owl? Neither hawk nor dove, an interesting take on dealing with conflict.
And, so sorry about standing so close to the beers while in uniform.It’s the rock climber, tele skier andtramperwhere gravity naturally attracts us to unattended beers.
Oh, I love beer and can’t drink it, it makes me very ill. I tried a gluten-free beer and it was godawful, like what I imagine bat piss tastes like without actually sampling bat piss. So now I just stand near it longingly too.
George, that was perfect where you stood for awhile. I love the fur and free box story! I’ll go check out that book. Jeannie now I am really wondering what bat piss tastes like a singular flying thing that pee’s. Birds don’t have bladders.
Too funny, Miss Jeanie, as I have heard that descriptor, nearly, once before.
The chief of police of Aspen is a wonderful Brit and very droll, yet with a wicked sense of humor. We were once discussing British and Irish beers and I asked him if he felt any American beers came close. He quietly looked at me and responded, “You mean that bloody cold gnat piss you call beer?!”
Ouch!
I am glad you got your skis back.
One time I was at this little tiny ski hill with my boys who were very young at the time. I was going down the hill and this guy went over me on the lift yelling down to me. “you are wearing my wife’s skis”. It turns out I was. They were exactly like mine but must have had some distinguishing mark on them for him to recognize. I thought it was pretty funny. I always smile when I think about it.