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By Matt Lit.
Some of you like the idea of burning issues of The Crestone Eagle and do so regularly on social media. And some of you have been wondering why there haven’t been boxes of newspapers at The Crestone Eagle offices for fire starter. To that burning issue, I can respond. We simply didn’t print as many during our lean months to help save on costs. To those who continue throwing stones at us for not covering other burning issues, we’re trying.
The Crestone Eagle has made many changes and we want to make more. With a limited number of...
By Matt Lit.
“Life ain’t always fun, but it’s damn sure interestin’.”
I was 25 years old when I heard these gruff, life-perspective-changing words uttered by a biker friend—name of Wade. Guardian Angels, I realized, come in all shapes and sizes and he was one big, burly son of a, but I digress.
This month has been nothing short of this bit of wisdom.
Let’s start with the photo of local ranger Sean Tonner and his boys riding into town to wet their whistles at the local saloon. I have a lot to learn.
Luckily this community is quick to pounce with that help....
By Matt Lit.
I will not misspell Nick Nevares. I will not misspell Nick Nevares. I will not misspell Nick Nevares.
This is my self-assigned punishment for spelling Nick’s name wrong multiple times in previous issues. Every once in a while, you have to look in the mirror, admit you messed up and attempt to make right by it. Running my own design and photography company taught me that.
It’s a good lesson to remember as I begin this new journey as managing editor. You have noticed a lot of changes in The Crestone Eagle over the last few months; from the...
By Matt Lit.
ME: I have to write a column? But, but…I don’t want to write a column.
EDITOR: Do you want to come to work tomorrow?
ME: I guess I’m writing a column.
Jump forward more years than my arrested-development mind can fathom—I was 27 at the time—and here I am again. This time I am the editor—but the conversation in my head sounded the same.
Momentary Lapse
That’s what I called the first column. It seems fitting to continue with the premise; a bit of nonsensical musing with the occasional hard-hitting or from-the-heart piece. And so it begins.
I hadn’t been in the Valley...