I live in a small town on
the edge of Boulder County. It's a town of about 90,000 people. I
realize that it may not be considered a small town in the broadest
sense, it is a small town to me. There are plenty of advantages to
being in a small town, and there are some drawbacks and there are
fortunes as well as misfortunes.
My town is bordered on
all sides by countryside. There are wide expanses to the north of
where we live, also to the east and south. The south end of town
nearly tickles the few towns down the line and eventually the
sprawling mass of Denver just beyond that. To the west, the Rocky
Mountains which are a mere 7 miles away. It's dark here at night, and
I like that. I live on the north end of town and as I drive up
Frances Street toward home, I'm met with darkness where the town ends
in a final cadence of street lamps. The view reminds me of the Middle
East. Just darkness looking north. Actually a great deal of what I
see here both day and night remind me of the Middle East. I was
reminded today that this Friday, February 24th will be the
26 year anniversary of when we invaded Iraq.