Moving On

New Horizons

While Evergreen Newspaper journalists Bonnie Benjamin-Skopinski and Nancy Hull cheerfully prepare for exciting new careers, their friends and colleagues gird themselves for the dismal prospect of empty desks and comrades truly missed.

“I think what I’ll miss most about Bunny is her excellent writing posture,” said Chris Ferguson, his voice husky with emotion. “There’s going to be a lot of young cub reporters coming through here who’ll never have the chance to see her sit…sit there…typing so…vertically.” Overwhelmed by his feelings, Ferguson buried his face in his hands and wept.

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A silver lining

“I haven’t been here as long as some, but I feel like Nancy was – in a real way – my rock, my sensei,” said Jeffco reporter Heath Urie, wiping tears on his sleeve and digging through Nancy’s desk at the Columbine office looking for useful office supplies. “Does her chair look more comfortable than mine? I think it looks more comfortable than mine.”

“It’ll be a bummer without Bonnie,” said Nick King, photo editor for Evergreen Newspapers. “I’ve gotten so used to sharing hip-hop downloads with her, and Bonnie’s turned me on to some very fly rap artists. Often, we’d sing along together in the office, jiving to the jungle beat and driving Brian crazy. I guess those happy times are gone for good, now.”

“As a reporter, as a coworker, and as a friend of the earth, Nancy has many strengths,” Logo-USCC-BPI-compostablesaid Clear Creek Courant editor Meghan Murphy, lounging slothfully in her Idaho Springs office. “If I had to pick her best feature, it would be her almost total biodegradability. From top to bottom, Nancy’s organic. I wish more people shared her commitment to the environment.”

 

“Bonnie’s more than a great reporter,” explained news editor Noelle Leavitt, softly petting the cheap formica desktop where so many of Bonnie’s powerful stories were created. “She was like a 24-hour-a-day podcast that never needed refreshing. I’ll always be grateful to her for introducing me to the world of Internet journalism.”

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Cherished memories

“I guess what I admire most about Bonnie is how she used to travel through the woods wearing that striking leather mini-skirt, stopping at every village she came to and fighting for the common people against robbers and corrupt officials.” As she spoke, High Timber Times reporter Pamela Lawson paged through one of nearly a dozen tear-stained photo-albums she’s compiled showing Bonnie in every aspect – at work, shopping for groceries, in her hockey uniform, walking her dogs – pictures that Pamela spent three years surreptitiously gathering and that are all she has now by which to remember her colleague. 

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A memento

 

“I think I speak for everyone in the Columbine office when I say that Nancy was a very neat dresser, but if Heath thinks he’s getting her chair, he’s dreaming,” sobbed sports editor Dan Johnson, attaching initialed sticky notes to everything from plastic filers to Nancy’s Tri-Delt photograph. “Does she have a stapler? Because I could use a new stapler.”

We Hardly Knew Ye’

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Smell you later

Even as the loathsome stinkweed plant waxes in late summer and launches its noxious spores to the protesting winds, so Evergreen Newspapers must bid aloha o’e to a pair of its most valued nuts, releasing them to corrupt new fields of endeavor.

Bonnie Benjamin-Skopinski and Nancy Hull, their names forever enshrined within the hearts and minds of some theoretical people within whose hearts and minds their names are enshrined within, will shortly take leave of their prestigious reporting posts to follow the capricious dictates of overweening ambition.

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Among the savages

Pursued by plausibly deniable allegations stemming from her literal application of the “bedside manner” concept among the prudish Hopi of northern New Mexico, Bon Jovi ‘Bonnie’ Benjamin-Skopinski fled her former nursing career to become the Canyon Courier’s premier local gumshoe and crazy-junk-guy-writer-abouter. Often chided by co-workers as “Beantown Bonnie” because of her Philadelphian roots, B-S’s incomprehensible Up-East enunciations and scything judgments upon the iniquitous quickly established her as an aromatic Boston Harbor breeze of integrity and niceness blowing across the fetid lime-pit that is Evergreen.

Ask her, and Bonnie will say her proudest achievement was a riveting Outdoors story detailing the surprisingly nihilistic worldview of marmots, a well-punctuated piece in which her gutsy use of the word “booger” earned an unprecedented fifth Writing Excellence and News award – the coveted Weanie.

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A brighter vision

Bonnie’s greatest contribution to the Canyon Courier’s journalistic canon – or at least the one that will be mentioned here – was her damn-the-torpedoes expose of Colorado fly fishing. While all who read the article agree that its raw language and brutal narrative style brought the sport’s terror and exhilaration home to even the most unimaginative reader, few realize that Bonnie salted the trout she caught that day, smoked them in her toaster oven and – at her own expense – mailed them to Peru where they helped feed Shining Path communist insurgents.

That dedication to Marxist principle is ultimately what prompted Bonnie-Bon Jovi to abandon her literary situation and resume the health professional’s white uniform and callous demeanor. Upon completing a medical refresher course and several weeks of re-indoctrination at a guerilla camp deep in the Honduran jungle, Benjamin-Skopinski will make her way to Cuba and bend her healing powers to the rehabilitation of that troubled island’s ailing despot.

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Sick in love

“We hahd a thing a few years bahk when Ah was giving aid and comfort to the Sahndahnistah’s in Nicahraguah,” BBJBS explains. “Ah figure Ah owe Fifi that much, aht least.”

Yet even in that benighted land, Senora Bonita will contribute to the reading world’s intellectual advancement as Aunt Bunny, wiring her acclaimed recipe column from “Los Capitalista Estubido,” a cyberbar in Havana’s colorful port district. Her submissions are expected to arrive dripping with acidic commentary and morally corrosive computer viruses.

The gaping lesion that Bonnie’s absence will leave suppurating upon the ashen skin of the Canyon Courier newsroom will be mirrored at the Columbine Courier office, in that murky corner for so long brightened by the relentless optimism and loud computer-Solitaire games of Nancy Hepzubah Hull.

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Wichita Ag College

Graduating with a degree in pre-industrial robotics from Wichita Agricultural College, Nancy – or Nan, as she insists that everyone call her – came to Colorado about four years ago in search of a slumbersome backwater where she could escape the frenetic activity and soul-destroying progressiveness of her home state, Kansas. By virtue of her great talent, even temperament and a Polaroid she got somewhere of editor Ken Eiseman during an unguarded moment with a goat, Nan landed Evergreen Newspaper’s coveted education-reporter slot. Gifted with a Kansananian’s native opportunism, Nan supplemented her generous LCNI wage by using her access to Jeffco schools to build a thriving trade in methamphetamines and unregistered handguns.

Among journalists working at weekly newspapers on Coal Mine Avenue, Hull is most famed for her willingness to suffer for a story. To breathe life into her magnum opus – a gritty depiction of bird watching’s seamy underbelly – Nan spent nearly a year living as an ivory-billed woodpecker – eating bugs and beetles, sleeping with her head under her arm and defecating on copies of the Golden Transcript spread on her kitchen floor.

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Method writing

“To write about the bird, I had to get inside its feathers, you might say,” she explains, sitting at her soon-to-be-vacant desk and slathering her arms with finch-mite cream. “It’s called method-writing.”

With the introduction of drug-sniffing dogs to Jeffco schools, Hull has decided to return to Wichita and accept a public relations position. Coincidentally, she’ll be working for prominent Wichita banker Festus T. Millet, the 71-year-old business associate of her father’s to whom she was promised on her third birthday, a common practice in the Sunflower State.

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Meet the Mister

Nan’s absence will be keenly felt in other quarters, as well. Learning of Hull’s planned departure, Foothills Parks and Recreation District Executive Director Bob Easton actually rose from his wheelchair and, overcome by strong emotion, danced a halting jig of despair.

Doug Bell, the recently-crowned Shirley Temple of Evergreen media’s Good Ship Lollipop, says he supports employees’ efforts at self-improvement and celebrates Benjamin-Skopinski’s and Hull’s rosy prospects. Despite his legendary empathy, however, Bell feels that minor fine-tuning of editorial policies will ensure a seamless transition and help Evergreen Newspapers maintain the high standards for which its known in the industry.

“Resignations are no longer being accepted,” says the unrepentant Welshman, blinking the mist from his eyes and reaching for a Kleenex-brand facial tissue. Bell wears his natural empathy like a spiky leather collar. “If you work here, get used to it. You’re not going anywhere unless you leave in a box.”

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Readership is up 63%

Still, the news is a harsh mistress and Bell is already processing the paperwork for Bunny’s and Nan’s replacements, a pair of hard-working primates from Zaire’s Mbutu-Kinshazi Chimpanzee Sanctuary.

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Merger Madness – Local Grocer goes to the Dogs

300px-Hotdog-GTASA-frontContinuing its relentless program of expansion, the Evergreen Safeway is poised to occupy nearly half of Michael’s Hotdogs.

Negotiations between the supermarket giant and local entrepreneur Michael Schweibish have been proceeding quietly since December, and a formal agreement is expected by mid-April. “There are still a few details that need to be hammered out,” said Safeway spokeswoman Dawn Knotts, “but right now it looks like it’s going to happen.”

Determined to increase merchandise capacity but with little room to grow, Knotts said the grocery store will assume control of just under half of Schweibish’s mobile lunch wagon in a unique adaptation of cooperative-lease arrangements that have worked well for other metro-area supermarkets. “The partnership between a Safeway in Golden and Jaime Carrillo’s raspado cart has been mui bueno for everybody.”

The anticipated agreement will allow Schweibish to retain ownership of the familiar bright yellow van while giving Safeway unrestricted use of 10 square feet – about 42 percent – of the available retail space. Though Safeway had originally hoped to purchase the space, corporate negotiators balked when Schweibish tied the sale to proportional contributions to his van insurance. “When our accountants found out he bought his policy without calling Progressive to get free quotes, they totally freaked,” Knotts explained. “We think leasing is our best long-term option.”

Not physically attached to the existing store, the new floor space presents what Knotts calls a “total-service vacuum.”

“Just because the van is parked on the side of the road a hundred yards away doesn’t mean our customers shouldn’t enjoy the highest level of service and convenience.” By combining vision and creativity, Safeway’s retail development team plans to transform its share of the hotdog wagon into a comprehensive shopping unit. “After we install a checkout station, a customer service counter, a CoinStar machine and an ATM, we’ll still have well over 60 square inches of prime display area.” Marketing experts are currently studying high-turnover items with extremely small cross-sections. “Right now, we’re seeing a big potential in Slim Jims or Alligator Pops, but we haven’t ruled out string cheese or a limited selection of baguettes.”

“Of course, Michael insisted on a ‘no-compete’ clause,” Knotts continued. The clause prohibits Safeway from using the van to sell any product that comes in a bun or causes flatulent episodes. As quid pro quo, Schweibish agreed to not rent carpet shampooers after driving his portion of the store home each evening.

A 37-year Kittredge resident, Schweibish is guardedly optimistic about the deal. “I like the idea in principle, but they seem to think this van runs on friendly service and everyday low prices.” In fact, he points out, the vehicle functions on gasoline. “Every time I bring up the issue of kicking in some gas-bones, they change the subject. They’d better know that this one’s non-negotiable.” Another sticking point – use of the large sun-umbrellas stationed around the van – is quickly nearing resolution. “We’ve come up with a workable umbrella-allocation schedule,” Schweibish explained, “based on seasonal solar declination, sunspot activity models, statistical ozone depletion forecasts and the fact that they’re my umbrellas.”

After all the trifling and debate is done, Schweibish expects the new circumstances to be a change for the better. “When Safeway approached me last year,” he said, “it seemed like a good opportunity to change my focus, shake things up a bit.” A mobile hotdog vendor since 1987, Schweibish has tried to satisfy a broad range of lunch patrons by offering standard dogs with a choice of condiments, chili dogs, polish dogs and more, to say nothing of his wide selection of chips and soft drinks. “I was spread too thin. I was forgetting why I got into this business in the first place.”

By surrendering a large part of his workspace to Safeway, Schweibish believes he can rededicate himself to his signature product – the pure-beef, kosher-style frank on a steamed poppy seed bun. “The Chi-Town wurst has always been where my heart is, but, lately, I was just going through the motions. The 42 percent I’m giving to Safeway is 42 percent I can devote to my passion for genuine Chicago dogs” As part of his streamlined vision, he plans to carry only Coke and Diet Coke, and will no longer offer snacks other than plain, salted potato chips. “It’s really about getting back to my roots.”

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Science Break

lectureAn academic conference is held at the Archaeological Institute of Paris, with a Who’s-Who of the world’s top archaeologists attending. The highlight of the event is scheduled for the last day – the unveiling of a potentially game-changing discovery in the parched deserts of southern Palestine. The auditorium fills early, its seats filled with leading experts in diverse sciences such as anthropology, history and languages. At the appointed hour, a large bespectacled man in goatee and white lab coat takes the dais. At his signal, an image is projected onto the large screen behind him. It shows what appears to be an ancient, mud-brick wall faced with crumbling plaster. Still visible upon its cracked surface are a short row of crudely etched figures – from left to right: a plump female silhouette, a long-eared beast, a lidless eye, a single fish, and a cross. A gasp travels around the tiers, and the man begins to speak. 

“My esteemed colleagues, I thank you for coming. The iconographic panel before you was discovered two years ago at a remote, proto-Judaic site near Tell Bekkan, and has been reliably dated to approximately 10,000 b.c. Our team has been studying it exhaustively for more than 18 months, and we feel strongly that the concepts revealed here may very well revolutionize our theories concerning the genesis of human agriculture, industry and religion. I will now ask you to kindly hold your questions while I briefly explain our reasoning. 

“The first figure is obviously female, and rendered in a style reminiscent of the “Earth Mother” fertility symbology common to later Mesopotamian cultures. While it has long been assumed that ancient Middle Eastern cultures developed along patriarchal lines, we believe her position on the left, at the head of the panel, indicates a pronounced matriarchal emphasis. This necessarily calls into question all of our current beliefs concerning gender relationships among semi-nomadic peoples of the region, and forces us to reconsider the social and political maturation of Neolithic II-b societies. 

“Our best research to date indicates that the animal depicted to the woman’s right is a donkey. While donkeys were ubiquitous throughout the Levant by 4,000 b.c., it has long been believed that large-animal domestication was not even contemplated at the time this image was carved. And yet its placement among this clearly important assembly of icons years ago would suggest a strong familiarity, even affection, for those creatures, which one would expect only of a culture capable of advanced animal husbandry. Surely this pushes Mankind’s calendar of domestication back at least 4,000 years. 

“The human eye has enjoyed a position of mystic honor among nearly all ancient cultures, often regarded as the well of a person’s essence, or a window into one’s soul. Its presence here, as an important emblem of a 12,000-year-old matrilineal, pre-agrarian, paleo-Hebraic clan, can only be interpreted as an early attempt to depict the ageless human quest to create a rational foundation for existence. Indeed, through this rudely cut eye we see a culture possessing a far higher degree of intellectual attainment than was previously supposed. 

“Tell Bekkan lies more than 100 arid miles from the nearest coast, and no significant rivers or streams serve its environs. What, then, can we make of the fish? Quite simply, a great deal. This fish is persuasive evidence that a lively trade once existed between this mysterious people and distant coastal tribes. Exploring that concept further, it’s no stretch to presume that some form of nascent industry – pottery, perhaps, or even textiles, or animal hides – necessarily existed whereby this desert band might support its commerce with the sea. This fish, then, signifies what may be Mankind’s first step toward modern industrialization, and might possibly even hint at an early conceptualization of pan-cultural economic exchange. 

“And, finally, the cross. There has been much debate, and heated argumentation, within our team as to the meaning of this powerful symbol. Some of our experts initially took it for a pictographic expression of the eternal dichotomy between want and plenty, dark and light, good and evil. Others saw it as indicative of a growing spatial awareness, a rudimentary representation of the cardinal directions. However, in view of the virtually universal role the cross would come to occupy in world religious history, we have at last reached a consensus. There can be no question that this figure, scratched by the devout hand of one of Judaism’s ancestral adherents, provides graphic proof of the fundamental human transition from primitive polytheism to a more spiritually evolved state of monotheism. Here, for the first time in recorded history, we have concrete evidence of ancient Man’s first tentative overtures to a lone Creator. 

“Together, this humble, yet astounding assemblage of characters is even now transforming our conception of civilization’s ancient roots. I congratulate you, gentlemen, upon being present at the dawn of a bright new era of historical understanding.” 

The house rises as one man, professors, scientists, philosophers springing to their feet in unison and bursting into thunderous applause. Many a deeply seamed face, previously marked only by thick, whiskered topiary and stern dignity, is suddenly awash in the unfamiliar tears of strong emotion. The man on the dais bows slightly – a nod, really – and accepts the fervent approbation with perfect aplomb. And yet, within the shouts of approval there exists a discordant note, a thin, reedy objection swimming against the roaring tide of scholarly endorsement. It’s a skeletal apparition at the back of the hall, a tweedy old fellow, stamping his patent-leathered planks and hollering through cupped, parchment-yellow hands. 

“You’re wrong!” he bellows. “You’ve got it all wrong!” 

The man on the dais calls for quiet, then fixes his critic with a cool eye. 

“Professor? Do you have something to add to our analysis?” 

“Hebrew is written from right to left, you idiot. It says, ‘Holy mackerel! Look at the ass on that chick!’”woman

Lampshading with the Swells

So bright...

So bright…

The cream of Evergreen society was out in force Monday night at the annual Evergreen Area Chamber of Commerce Winter Gala.

This year’s bash, held at Mount Vernon Country Club and titled “The Future’s So Bright You Gotta’ Wear Shades,” will benefit the chamber’s many programs promoting area business. It was a great opportunity for local capitalists to rub elbows, see and be seen, and model inappropriate eyewear. Dressed to the nines, the festive crowd was a virtual sea of black hose and pinstripe, like a Gambino-family wedding with The Jack McCutchan Jazz Trio instead of Tony Bennett.

Gangsta chic

Gangsta chic

Event organizer and visionary Vicki Pinder had considerately arranged to have booze dispensaries placed about every 10 yards, ensuring that no dangerously parched guest was more than a few steps from relief. A stellar array of appetizers was provided by Evergreen Sports Grill, The Chocolate Moose Catering Co., SoHo Evergreen and A Taste of New York, giving revelers the unique opportunity to dip their lox and bagel in quail and brandied-pear mousse.

More than 250 items were up for bid at the silent auction. Guests were asked to bid on items ranging from the sublime – a hand-crafted Cava Gotica wine cabinet donated by Tesoros, to the sporting – a year’s membership in Blue Quill Angler’s Fly of the Month Club donated by Wayne Bernardo and LPL Financial Services, to the serviceable – a portable tool case put up by Evergreen Drug Co. Though Santa Claus was present in the room, his name appeared on no bid sheet, perhaps due to pressure from Elf’s Local 1.

Organizing for Power

Organizing for Power

Strategically positioned next to the stairs, Evergreen worthies Mike Carter and John Ellis formed an iron gauntlet through which few could pass without purchasing a $20 raffle ticket. With a $1,000 cash prize at stake, it was reassuring to see these two scrupulously honest men transacting ticket sales out of their pants-pockets.

After dinner, Benny Morris of Coldwell Banker and Mary Carrish of Bank of the West chatted amiably in the lobby. Interestingly, neither could precisely name the entrée they had just been served. Based on past experience, Morris leaned toward either chicken or prime rib. Carrish would say only that the meal was “yummy-yummy-shishummy,” a complimentary, if imprecise, appraisal.

WTF?!

WTF?!

At 8:30, chamber President Gary Matson took the podium to announce this year’s Chamber of Commerce award winners. The Volunteer of the Year Award went to prominent barrister Susan Stearns, whose local esteem was only enhanced by the brevity of her acceptance speech.

The coveted Business of the Year Award was bestowed on Colorado Serenity. In his grateful remarks, the publication’s founder, Doug Kinzy, vowed that, by working together, the chamber and local businesses will soon make Evergreen the “best city in the world.” Optimists can interpret this to mean that dollar bowling will soon be available in the Highway 285 corridor.

Lookin' good, Vaughn!

Lookin’ good, Vaughn!

Formally attired like a Monte Carlo baccarat dealer, Vaughn Long presided over the live auction, the evening’s main event. Running the show with good humor and brutal efficiency, he whipped the crowd into a bidding frenzy. The final item on the block was dinner for 10 at the Sculptured House (a.k.a. – Sleeper House), catered by Taste Buds Catering and served by the chamber executive committee. From an initial bid of $1,000, things quickly descended into a savage contest of wills. Carrish, driven by Taste Buds’ “yummy-yummy-shishummy” reputation, won the day for Bank of the West with a masterful $2,200 coup de gras.

Woody Allen not included.

Woody Allen not included.

Though emotionally exhausted, the crowd waited with anticipation to hear the winner of the $1,000 raffle announced. In a stroke of divine justice, the prize went to Ron Reed. Typical of a man as modest as he is great, Reed was not present for the drawing. Admired by all, personal hero to some, Reed’s goodness is surpassed only by his movie-star good looks. A pillar of the community, he is known as a man who would not hesitate for an instant to repay kind words with hard cash. Isn’t that right, Ron?