Colorado

Colorado – especially  in the Spring and Summer calls me sometimes. Softly, but clearly. I attended high school in Denver, then College in Boulder. I experienced all of those special years under the protection of a beautiful time and place. I saw John Denver perform under the stars at Red Rocks Amphitheatre on four consecutive summers. My folks always made time to take the family skiing most wintery weekends, and I have many fond memories of summer backpacking and fishing adventures high in the Rockies. Although my Dad ‘retired’ from his 20-year Army career as a Urologist about the time I finished high school, he and Mum left their much loved Colorado so that Dad could take up a civilian appointment at the at the University of Kansas, where he combined a continuing brilliant surgical career with a much-lauded teaching professorship that would last forty additional years. Dad touched countless lives as teacher and life-saver, and although his time in Colorado was relatively brief, he continues to a harbour a great love for the music and teachings of John Denver (and the Eagles).