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My favorite dress in the last decade was purple corduroy. I wore it long past both our primes. The pansies in my yard are mostly purple. Ditto the columbine, forget-me-nots and, of course, the lavender plants. And now, my front door and all my wicker law n furniture are purple. It started out simply enough. A can of purple spray paint to cheer up a tired piece of wicker, resurrected res-urrected from a winter of neglect. My adult daughter daugh-ter happened by that day. "Purple" she said almost without judgement. "For the furniture? she queried. And something in me either snapped or just became emboldened. "Not only the furniture,' I said boldly, "I've been thinking the red front door is so, so last century." That got her attention. "I'll go with you to the paint store," she said in the not quite condescending conde-scending tone of someone who thinks their parent cant be trusted to make taste ful choices on their own. aBaRaaa The man at the paint store looked at the color we selected and said with a degree of certainty, "Latex. Satin finish." 1 must have looked perplexed. "This is for an interior interi-or paint job, right?" Jenny was the first to speak. "Nope, the front door. It will need to be a semi-gloss," semi-gloss," "The front door, really? Purple? he said, trying to act like this was a regular request but clearly shaking his head without moving. He walked off and mixed the paint. Another man wrote us up at the register. "Wow! Deep purple. What are you painting that color?" "The front door," I said, as matter of factly as I could. "Wow!" He had been reduced to repeating himself. We gathered our brushes and stir sticks and headed home. . Jenny set about filling in the deep tracks of the dog scratches on the door first. I shook up my can of spray paint and, in no time at all, transformed the tired piece of wicker. It became something rich and elegant and strangely Victorian. I looked around the porch. I have six pieces of wicker maybe they should all match for a change. I told Jenny I needed something at the store and I'd be right back. I ran out to the junction and bought every can of deep purple spray paint from both Marts. I didn't realize I had been gone so long but, when I drove back down my street, I saw the vibrant purple patch in the middle of the front of my house. "Wow!" I said to no one at ail. And then "Wow!" again. I had been reduced to repeating myself. What the front of the house was now missing was the requisite complement of growing things. A trip to the nursery was in order. There, dressed in my paint clothes, I managed to see many people 1 knew, dressed in their gardening clothes. This is one of those immutable laws of the universe. Be dressed up for a some black tie gala and run into the market for, say, a pack of gum, you will see no one you know to appreciate how well you clean up. Not even a familiar clerk. Think, however, you will just run out to the nursery, burger joint, or mini mart for something quick and you will see people you havent seen in Sjes often since the last time you ran out in your paintgardening clothes. But I digress. At least I broke up the color scheme by throwing in pink a-"- columbines and pansies, some white ground cover and rich, green mint, moss. Those, in addition to the huge lavender bush, purple daisies, stock, and some other growing stuff I hope not to kill off anytime too soon. One by one, in the next few days, the neighbors checked in. At least all the women did. They love the door. And the furniture. The men have remained mum. Purple can intimidate, but I suspect once they sit in the chairs and share a drink and conversation, they'll be more at ease. Or they can just insist on sitting in the massive unpaimed wooden wood-en Adirondack chairs. I left options. The rest of the house will be painted this summer. sum-mer. It's long overdue. One of my neighbors the nun asked with more than a hint of mischief in her voice what color I planned to paint the trim. And while I had thought I would repeat the gray houseblack trim pattern that has worked for a dozen plus years, I have to admit, gray and lavender laven-der would be lovely to come home to or stay home with oiq any dav, but certainly on a Sunday in the Park... Teri On, former editor of The Park Record, tut cur' tently director of the Park City Performing Arts Center. & I shook up my can of spray paint and, in no time at all, transformed the tired piece of wicker. It became something rich and elegant and strangely Victorian." TeriQrr Msmn Core Samples Our grizz ByJayMeehan Last week visitors to the website for Vital Ground were instructed to click on a link for an important press release. It was on this new web page that they would learn that Bail the Bear had "died peacefully surrounded by his family and friends at his home in Utah on May 10, 2000:" We in Utah considered the nine-foot-tall, 1,500 pound grizzly as "our grizz" and the closer one lived to his home in Daniels against the southern hills of the Heber Valley, the more possessive was the relationship. rela-tionship. Like many admirers of Bart in particular and the grizzly cause in general, I never met Bart, but he was our grizz nonetheless. During his 23-years, Bart became a movie star, pop icon and a beloved member of a wide variety of communities. On screen he starred in, among other films and commercials. The Bear, Legends of the Fall, White Fang and The Edge. A couple of years back, he made an appearance on stage at the Academy Awards with trainer Doug Seus, who, bedecked in a tuxedo, offered a visage as primeval as Bart himself. It was as the Chief Executive Grizz and ambassador ambas-sador for the Vital Ground Foundation, however, where Bart left his most indelible tracks. Vital Ground, a nonprofit conservation organization founded in 1991, "is dedicated to conserving habitat for grizzlies and all other plants and ani mals that share the land : ' with the Great Bear." " m m mmmm m Since its inception, through easement and purchase, the organization has acquired threatened wildlife habitat along the Rockies and on Kodiak Island. His obituary referred to the fact that "because of Bart, life in captivity, many of his wild brothers are able to roam free." And that, the upshot, the crux, of this matter. Those other members of the grizzly family, Ursus arctos hombiilis to She uninitiated, are alio "our grizz." Many who watch such things view the overall health of the earth's large carnivore population as a sort of "canary in the mineshaft" as far as the rest of the planet goes. Not that this analogy needs to be explained to Park City locals but, in earlier davt, a "canary" carried by a miner into the depths served as an early warning system. The bird would "keel over" before the human was aware that the air had turned bad. And, in case no one has noticed, our species has been doing its damned-est to keel over our large carnivores ever since we got off the boat. Humans who used the Bering Strait land bridge, in hindsight, appear to have been less guilty but, no matter what, the canary is trying its best to get our attention. Through the prose of Vital Ground let us take a look back. "Only a few centuries ago, an amazing tapestry of nature existed in America. Mountainlands abundant with conifer, towered toward haze-free skies. Sparkling streams coursed the mountains' jagged contours to spill into the many rivers nourishing the grasslands below. "Here, too, were rare botanicals and the native people of the plains and forests, as well as countless species of wild animals, including millions of bison, wolves, mountain lions and the most magnificent creature of all the grizzly bear." Where once 100,000 grizz roamed the lower 48, today, with more than 98 percent of the original habitat down the tubes, the count is under 1.000. "Nearly 70 percent of the grizzly bear mortality by people occurs on the two percent of the ecosystem that is private land, making it imperative that landowners be given a viable option for sharing the land with the Great Bear." This is the rob. This is what Vital Ground is about. "Time is running out. Not just for the grizzly, but also for the world in general, for without the ecological balance provided by nature, mankind's future is in danger." Vital Ground believes partnerships can se formed with "landowners and other conservationists that will result in permanent per-manent protection of critically important habitats." They truly think it is not too late v vva iiu a,-viii extinction and, in the process, endangered flora and fauna associated asso-ciated with the grizzly's landscape of choice. He was so magnificent, this Bart the Bear. And what a talented actor. Imagine having the self-control to act in a movie written by David Mamet and not taking a bite out of the script girl. Obviously, he was from the "method" school. And what a hrmnOer h unl-l ku -.ri At nine feet, six inches he could have pested-up Shaq in a minute, and 1 would have loved to see Rasheed Wallace try to stare him down. As I write this, I'm truly i mv Grizz mode. I'm wearing my Wild Forever T-shirt and drinking Barfs favorite soda, Hawaiian Punch. Wild Forever is an outfit out. of Boem&n, Mon:ana. that h invoked in' acquiring torridors to give grizzly range the conti- -nuity it needs. Getting a grizz from one ade of 1-90 to the other can be no smalt feat, logistic-wise. So, unti! they get the corridor thing allbuS&l out : n ly do your pars by picking up any : hitchhiking gnzz you run across. They're the ones : with the short rounded ears, the dished-in profile ' between the eyes and the end of the snout, the shoulder hump, and the long claws. And. remember, unless you've got a pocketful of army cutworm moths or some ungulate jerky, please dont feed the bears. fi - We in Utah considered Bart "our grizz" and the closer one lived to his home in Daniels against the southern hills of the Heber Valley, the more possessive was the relationship." Jay Median |