Back in the day in Steamboat Springs CO a sawmill operated on the west end of town. In those days waste wood was burned in large “beehive” furnaces. On the few days a month this one operated smoke would occasionally drift into town.
One day a resident encountered my Dad on the sidewalk and complained, “Bob, this smoke is terrible!”
My Dad paused, sniffed the air deliberately, and replied, “I smell a $100,000 payroll”.
One of three cement plants in Colorado is, woe to them, located in Boulder County where it has operated since 1969. Located at the intersection of Colorado Highway’s 36 and 66 at the outskirts of Lyons, it is very visible to the passing Subaru brigades. They don’t like it.
Never mind cement is essential for nearly every building, bridge, sidewalk and storm sewer. Never mind the 100 jobs. L. L.Bean Karen’s find it offensive and it needs to go away.
From Goggle AI.
One manufacturing job typically creates 1.4 to 3.6 additional jobs in supplier and local industries, and can range from 5 to 7+ additional jobs if broader household spending and public-sector jobs are included.
The Deficit: The county has worked to close a total projected $30 million to $40 million General Fund shortfall spanning from 2026 through 2028 because expenses are outpacing tax revenue.
Science
In Montana a decades old murder was linked to the perpetrator from DNA recovered from a set of booking fingerprints.DNA recovered from 44-year-old booking fingerprint cards successfully broke a major cold case, marking what investigators believe is the first time in U.S. history a homicide has been solved using DNA lifted from old fingerprint records
Kudos to whoever thought of looking for DNA on a fingerprint card.
NFC West
For my sins I’m a lukewarm Seahawk fan. When they were formed and entered the league our company had season tickets. Every year it seems all the experts miss and the hated San Francisco 49 Niners are firmly in first place in the NFC West. It is hard to be excited when the Seahawks lead the league in fumbles.CarStory
From way back, two GI’s “meet” the Netherland Queen and her daughter.This story rambles. US Army circa mid 1960’s, owning a POV usually meant getting permission from you unit commander. In our unit, you needed to be a E4 or above. There were other hoops to jump through. The available pool of “GI cars” rotated owners every two to three years and most had numerous “hillbilly/farm boy” mechanical fixes. Cosmetically, they were seldom much to look at.
The first one I owned was a mid 1950s left hand drive Ford Anglia. A buddy from an adjacent bridge company and I set off on a ten day leave. First stop, of course, was Amsterdam. He was dead set on visiting Stockholm. Leaving Amsterdam with the intent of reaching Copenhagen, I missed some turn but pushed onward northbound. The land was flat and featureless, fog with the sky overcast, and we were pulled over to the side of the road with our maps. Lost, we were!
Two ladies on bicycles pulled up and offered their assistance in giving us directions. We thanked them and they rode off. Trailing behind were four very large men on bicycles, dressed in dark cloths and giving us a hard looking over as they rode pass. Not far ahead the party turned left into a tree lined road and disappeared in the fog.
When we passed the road we glimpsed a large stately house at the end of the road. Consulting our maps, we determined it was some royal palace. It dawned on us the older lady was likely the queen.
Of note, both my buddy and I were “Pathfinder school graduates”.This is not to be confused with real Pathfinders; they are up there with Green Berets, Forward Air Controllers, etc. Our school was ten days of map reading and route planning. bridge load bearing, intersection turn radius, narrow city streets, etc.
One note about the Anglia. It had the old school oil filter canister you removed and the filter was inside. It was leaking; gasket shot and we were in Koblenz parked by a Gasthause. Across the road was a Ford Dealer. We never traveled without tools and I was able to get the gasket out.
We went into the dealership (little German on our part and none on the counterman) but he examined the chewed up gasket, went in the back and returned with a few gaskets. One matched and I asked how much. He wanted to know what car I had and I pointed out the Anglia up the street.
“Nien!”, he said. “Dat is fur a Deutcher Ford, nist is fur der Englander Ford”. The bastard wouldn’t sell it to me.
We retired to the Gasthause for a beer. Looking at the cardboard beer coaster, I asked for an extra. Settling the chewed up gasket on the beer coaster, I carved out a gasket. Keeping the coaster, I put the gasket I cut out in the housing and reinstalled the oil filter. We started the Anglia; no leaks!
My companions tried to stop me but I went back to the Ford dealership. Finding the counterman I tossed what was left of the coaster on his counter and said, “Das if fur der GI Ford, arshlick”.
Before anything else happened, my buddies hustled me out of there.
Always made an effort towards German/ American friendship.
As always, YMMV
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