Tuesday, July 13, 1999

Howdy to our computer pardners. We couldn’t connect to our Email the past few days and got a message saying that the modem could not be found. We tried everything but continued to have the same problem. We read an article in the local paper describing a man who left a large company and started a local computer service. When we walked in the store, a 12 year-old started to diagnose the problem. Fortunately, he was only an Internet customer, and the real owner came in and solved the problem (he pulled the PCMA modem card and reinserted it). There was no charge, but Edith told him that she may come to his place some day to use his Internet connection and look at her Email (he has six PC’s and charges $3 an hour). The bearded owner was a typical programmer type. He said that he might be hiring someone in the future if he tries to expand his business to Gunnison, the next town to the North (I think I’ll stay in Cincinnati).

We took a driving tour on a dirt road following Cebolla creek ending at Powderhorn. The scenery was varied ranging from high mountains to ranches in the green valleys. The large stream looked like it came from the scenes in the movie “A River Ran Through”. We saw a few fly fishermen, women too. The only new animal we saw was a rabbit. It didn’t look like a Cincinnati rabbit and had very large back legs, maybe to help it travel in the deep snow. We added a few more rocks to the collection. My car rode a little higher than most but may now be sagging a little (I wonder if I need to get a trailer).

I was looking at the greeting cards in a Lake City gift shop and saw a whole section poking fun at our President. I asked the clerk, who is a long-time resident, if the population is liberal or conservative. She said it had a long history of conservative voters (sorry Jim).  Everything in the shop was openly displayed and unattended, and the cash was in an open box. It seems like the kind of town where no one locks their door.

Tonight, I cooked trout (bought not caught) and a baked potato. Pretty darned good.

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