Summer means homemade cars, joyriding

By Bob Huber: Local Columnist Then came the summer of 1943, and my friend Smooth Heine and I put together a genuine automobile on a budget of $3.67 — our life’s savings. We named it Clarence. It was also the summer of our discontent, because we’d just begun to feel the first evil pangs of […]

Be glad you don’t have horse like Coaly

By Bob Huber: Local Columnist I once had a rude experience with a horse named Coaly. He was a plow plug, a big, black Percheron with the combined disposition of a medieval executioner and Jack the Ripper. They don’t make animals like him anymore, and we’re lucky that way. To be more specific, he was […]

What does it take to build a cathedral?

WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO BUILD A CATHEDRAL? It was one of those weeks. I’d been working hard on a thousand things that week — except my sermon. And then it was crunch time. Lots of things had gotten done, but my sermon for that particular Sunday wasn’t one of them, and the well seemed […]

Heine and Huber defended Colorado

Bob Huber When Big War II broke out, every red-blooded American kid who believed in baseball, cowboys, and the American Way shouldered his Red Ryder BB gun in the relentless struggle against tyranny. The scenario involved the building of small forts hither and yon in the Colorado foothills so enemies of the free world could […]

End of summer brings back memories

By Bob Huber When I was a kid, the end of July was a time of the jitters. Summer was waning, and already I could hear the forlorn tolling of school bells. I mentioned that fact to my friend Smooth Heine one morning as we smoked grape leaves in snakeweed pipes behind his father’s barn. […]