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Show " pose. (If indeed their purpose pur-pose is to limit drinking.) And here comes that word again, they seem extreme... Living here, one learns to accept extremes. I love the moon and the stars and the mountains. They are bolder and brighter than anywhere else on earth. The days are longer and the sun is hotter and the people kinder to one another. (Thanks Don and Daryl Ganas, your understanding under-standing of a difficult situation situa-tion took the edge off the problem... it no longer seemed seem-ed so.. .so extreme.) And I know I have driven around , detours in a road before, but ; why does this one on Park Avenue feel like the looooongest one in the entire world... Maybe that's all part of some great check and balance system we have living here. Part of the price we pay, and part of the extreme pleasure we reap... Strike a Vein?. ..Not all extremes are so black and white... What can we do about the gray sacks of apples?... Jamie, m . absurd and archaic. As an outsider coming in, I think they defeat their very pur- and I don't think I can afford it. Still, it's the first time we've all been together and..." her voiced trailed off. In the end she decided against the apples and wandered slowly down the aisle. I shall never forget the disappointed look on her face. I wanted to run up and say, look I'd love to buy your grandchildren twenty apples, ap-ples, but I realized I would probably have embarrassed her I have a good friend who is a phychologist, and I know Burke would say, "Life's just a struggle, sugar. It's just one struggle after another." But I tell you if I had known where that lady lived, I would have left a bag of apples on her doorstep. Instead I went home and unloaded the groceries and cried when I got to the sack with the apples In it. You're right Burke, life is a struggle and for those of us intent on fighting windmills, sometimes some-times the struggle is extreme... The liquor commission certainly isn't fighting windmills, but I sure am curious who they are doing battle with in Park City. Last week two undercover agents were in town complete with binoculars. Were they in fact, spying oh the cocaine connection in Thaynes Canyon? Can-yon? (Not all the snow flying last week was unseasonal) Or were they as suspected, actually spying on possible infractions by private clubs? (Keep those bottles under the counter, fellows!) Moving Mov-ing here from California, the liquor laws of this state seem Extremes... Or as the Eagles would sing, 'Take it to the limits, one more time." Everything seemed to happen in extreme tones this week. But I'm still relatively new to both Park City and Utah, and I'm discovering this is an extreme climate in which to live. Let's take that literally... Last, week I not only received a sunburn, I also had the unique opportunity oppor-tunity in June, to be brushing snowflakes off my windshield. The word "down" got a work-out as in "lay your beach towel... to, put on your... parka." Not to mention the use of "I feel,.." Weather can so affect our moods. But moods change quickly, as do cloud formations and I soon found myself the recipient of extreme kindness. kind-ness. Involved in a simple transaction I was suddently in need of a good lawyer. Confused, and feeling exceedingly ex-ceedingly ignorant I walked into Rick Prince's office. There Kathy listened graciously grac-iously as I moaned and groaned and when I entered Mr. Prince's private office, he quickly assured me my matter could be resolved that very afternoon. I didn't have a formal appointment and from the way the phone never stopped ringing, I knew he was extremely busy. Still, he and Kathy joked with me until the papers I needed were drawn up, and then once I signed them, volunteered to mail them for me as well. By the time I left . the office I was confident the matter had been handled expertly and I was extremely grateful and happy. And then as extremes go, I was radically unhappy and helpless... I walked into the grocery store and headed over to the produce department depart-ment to throw a couple apples into a sack. Now as anyone knows, newspaper work will hardly keep one in diamonds and furs, but I don't usually think twice about indulging in apples. I was standing there tossing both reds and greens into my sack, when a little elderly lady came up beside me. She picked up a bag and then ah apple arid then she froze. She.turned and said, half to mtfV and half to herself: ph.. .they're so expensive. expen-sive. I was going to put a big apple in my grandchildren's lunch for tomorrow, but you see there are twenty of them |