Notes and Commentary for March 1994

Brief by Various

Mountain Life – March 1994 – Colorado Central Magazine

Did you turn on the driveway

VAIL — They have heated driveways here. They probably have them in Aspen, too, but we saw them first here. When it snows, they just turn a switch. No shovels. No snowblowers. Next thing you know, they’ll have air-conditioned saunas and touch-tone showers — if they don’t already.

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Examining the New Age

Sidebar by Martha Quillen

March 1994 – Colorado Central Magazine

When I started the pyramid story, I didn’t know anything about the New Age — except the obvious.

I had noticed that people in the 70s tended to blame their problems on their home lives, by the 80s they blamed their past lives.

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The Great Pyramid of the Arcturians

Article by Martha Quillen

March 1994 – Colorado Central Magazine

The Sangre De Cristo range rises sharply on the east side of the San Luis Valley, creating a solid wall of jagged peaks.

Below, the valley is bleak, beautiful, vast, empty, unquestionably inspirational, and also — according to a growing number of people — holy.

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Adventures in a start-up

Essay by Martha & Ed Quillen

March 1994 – Colorado Central Magazine

We go into lurid detail about our publishing philosophy on page 27, and since that explanation stretches almost to the end of the magazine, there’s little point in repeating any of it here.

We kicked this idea around for years before it finally took this form.

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Land scams go around, and around, and around …

Essay by Hal Walter

March 1994 – Colorado Central Magazine

In the beginning, the town of Westcliffe was founded on a land scam.

It worked something like this. The railroad built a spur from the main line along the Arkansas River to the boom town of Silver Cliff so that miners, ranchers and farmers could ship their goods. It sounded like a great idea. But lo and behold, if you wanted to locate your business at the railhead, the railroad executives owned all the land around it, sly devils. Westcliffe was born, limey spelling and all, a scandalous mile or so west of Silver Cliff.

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