




Friday Mystery Photo:
Last week's photo subject was of one of the giant frogs at Sheldon Lake in City Park.

Where in Fort Collins was this week's picture taken?
Little things add up. ATM fees, for example. And chocolate chips. And the number of steps needed to burn off those chocolate chips. The same can be said for good deeds, and nowhere is this more evident than the United Way’s Make a Difference Day.



Everyone needs a good oasis. The desert-palm-tree type is hard to come by here in Northern Colorado, but we’re fortunate to have many other peaceful places to stroll or sit with our thoughts. Or our iPhones. Or our coffee. Or all of the above. (We’re supposed to be multi-taskers now, right?)
Center at 630 West Lake Street. Never mind the fact that my “new discovery” has been there for 37+ years. And the greenhouses for 61. Yes, despite spending 4 years criss-crossing the CSU campus, I never made it to the PERC. (Of course, had it been adjacent to Old Chicago or the library, my odds would have been better.)






Later in her career as diversity trainer, Ms. Elliott repeated the exercise with adults. This time, the blue-eyed among the group were discriminated against. “Blue Eyed” is the documentary film of this experience. Ms. Elliott is no cuddly grandma-type, and it was fascinating and distressing to watch the blue-eyed adults—who knew they were part of a brief social experiment—falter under her treatment. And it was humbling to hear other participants describe the ways in which they experience discrimination based solely on their skin color.
When my boys were younger, we attended many story times together. I’ve heard stories at libraries, at bookstores, at schools, at The Farm, at The Gardens on Spring Creek, at Dandelion Toys. I‘ve heard stories under umbrellas in the rain and under canopies in the sweltering summer heat. I’ve heard stories accompanied by music, puppets, magicians, giant furry mascots, and slide shows. I’ve heard stories about talking animals, evil kings, wayward travelers, wise elders, and more talking animals. I’ve heard a lot of stories. Now that my boys are a little older and their story time opportunities are fewer, I’m finding that I miss those days. (All except the sitting-on-the-floor-until-my-spine-is-rendered-immobile part.)
I’m no restaurant critic (for that, visit the excellent Feasting Fort Collins) but I do like to eat out. Especially breakfast. Eating a big breakfast I did not have to prepare for myself is one of life’s great treats. Here are five of my favorite breakfast places, in order of the restaurant owners’ astrological signs. (Well, maybe, who knows? But most likely they’re in no certain order.)