Handmade beanie, great Father’s Day

Bob Huber: Local Columnist Editor’s note: Bob Huber’s column is usually published on Monday. It’s running today instead because of its timely message. In case you haven’t noticed, this is that wonderful time of year when we celebrate Father’s Day. (Pause here for drum roll.) Warning: No matter that your daughter gave you a bolo […]

Snipe hunting dangerous to predator, prey

Bob Huber If you’re thinking about a final spring adventure before the advent of summer reruns, zealots of the great outdoors will be happy to introduce you to snipe hunting. You probably deserve it. Snipe hunting is a traditional American exploit, ranked high on the all-time list of Things You Do Only Once in a […]

Finding treasure is super heroes’ work

By Bob Huber: Local Columnist When I was a kid, Don Winslow of the Coast Guard was a big matinee kahuna. His Hollywood adventures led every red-blooded American boy to believe that anyone could grow up to be a super hero. And if he didn’t grow up, he could be a president. There was one […]

Be good, Old Man Clonch is watching

Bob Huber (Christmas carols playing.) Ah the holidays, that time of year for fireplaces and hot spiced cider, the sounds of crinkling wrapping paper and children squealing, and, of course — THE CURSE OF OLD MAN CLONCH! (Carols segue to ominous music.) When I was a kid, it was tough being bad during the holidays, […]

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. […]

SUVs have nothing on old Crosley car

By Bob Huber My wife Marilyn nagged me into writing a funny, poignant, offbeat family story in 100 words or less so she could win a Luxury Edition SUV the size of a Sherman tank. The contest advertisement stated that the SUV had all-wheel drive, a premium sound system, a wide load permit, and an […]

Tumbleweeds toss memories to mind

By Bob Huber As long as we’re preoccupied with plucking tumbleweeds from our teeth, it should be noted that guys in white jackets label this rambling sticker bush Solsola tragus. A less scientific moniker is “Russian thistle” or “pig weed,” which is related loosely to the goosefoot family. I knew you’d want to hear that. […]