Holidays

The holidays are right around the corner again. This is the first time in eight years that Kara will be home. Right back to back will be Thanksgiving, Justin's birthday, my birthday, Christmas, New Years. As we were driving back from his mom's house Sunday night, Jacob asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday. I said, "Let's go to Vegas!""And do what?"
"Get married," I told him. To which he responded that there is already so much going on this month, that we have to have an anniversary another time of year. Fair enough. I was shocked at his response. I thought he would laugh off the idea of marriage, but he was very serious and suggested that April would be a better time. Justin was listening to my mp3 player in the backseat.

Ghost hunting

Searching the Denver Public Library catalogue online, I found a box of manuscripts belonging to Mrs. Tabor. I just finished reading, Silver Dollar, published in the late 1930s. The author had a real nasty tone towards Mr. H.A.W Tabor. I have been mulling over books and it seems that the later the publication date, the more favorable the characters of the Tabor Tragedy. At the library is box of Baby Doe's hand written notes, recipes, and even her books, newspaper clippings, and even her bible. The box is kept in a double vault on the 4th floor. To see the box and its contence, I had to fill out a form stating who I was, my affiliation, and show a valid government issued ID. Then I had to put all of my things; purse, coat, even pens and paper into a locker and go sit in a special room while the staff retrieved the box. I could only look at the box in the room. The contense were divided into folders, roughly in chronological order. Among the most interesting things were the wedding announcement dripping in silver, IOUs for the Matchless Mine, and printing of Silver Tabor's book. The most interesting this I found was Baby Doe's bible. There was a verse 4:14 that said something about God not punishing daughter for being harlots and prostitutes because it is men who encourage them, and it take two to tango or something to that effect. Mrs. Tabor outlined that verse, and wrote in pencil, "the men, too."
I visted the Tabor's grave at Mount Olivet Cemetary, and was suprised to find the Agusta's son Maxcy is buried right at Fairmont. Jacob and I had a hard time finding that grave because he is buried in his wife's family plot.

My four-year-old son

My son is four-years-old. He has no idea that Barack Obama’s skin color means anything different from his own skin color, and I don’t know if I want to tell him just yet. The historic accomplishment of Obama’s presidency is immeasurable, and no one can overstate the significance to African-Americans. But I wish we could move the emphasis away from his skin, to the man himself and America’s decision to move away from unilateral, divisive politics. It truly is a new day for America. Yes we can, and thank God we did.