Victims of Love

October 30, 2024
Book Club Secrets Revealed

November 17, 1915 “You’re finally leaving the position of Postmaster, Mr. Monson.” “It only took three months of government bureaucratic red tape. Good heavens, Walter Kemmer was the only applicant and there were no protests,” he grumbled. “When does he start?” “He checked in today and is working in the back. It’ll be a smooth […]

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October 21, 2024
All Saints Day Eve

October 31, 1915 Except for the explosion, it was a great day. I netted the biggest brown trout ever in Colorado. Maybe I will catch him again. My remittance transfer from Salisbury, England, arrived last week at the bank. I put a half-dozen silver dollars in my coin purse for the Father and the afternoon […]

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October 14, 2024
Meeting Halfway

October 28, 1915 (Hello Reader, the disadvantage of Julius writing this diary was it must contain his observations, thoughts, experiences and perhaps a pastiche of his current readings. As the narrator of this heartbreaking story, I saw the next scene. So, now for something completely different. I am going to give Julius’s technique a whirl. […]

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October 7, 2024
No Crime in Doing Nothing

October 27, 1915 I did not sleep well last night. The knowledge of JJ having us watched ups the stakes. I rose from bed before the dawn’s early light and started a fire in my cook stove. I watched the coffee pot until and well after it boiled, thinking of my, really our, current situation. […]

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October 1, 2024
Adultery is a Crime

October 26, 1915 “Gus, you bought another saloon, the Oasis. Is that three now? On January 1, the state will be dry. What’s the plan then?” He shrugged his shoulders and pushed a cold mug of beer across the bar top to me. “It’s what I do. I invest in businesses and properties. The building […]

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September 24, 2024
Conversational Burglar

October 22, 1915 “You’re writing everything we say in your diary.” “Not everything.” “Julius you are a burglar of conversations,” Corina teased. “It helps me remember.” “Good, bad and sad?” “Yes, all of it, I guess.” The full moon rose above the mountains and illuminated Corina’s Garden, now nipped by frost. Odd shadows of stalks […]

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September 16, 2024
Camping at Trappeurs Lake

October 15, 1915 I have been helping the survey crew on my days off from the restaurant. I have embraced abstract thought and have started milling it to my situation. Arthur has boasted for two weeks, “Did I tell you how many fish I caught at Trappeurs Lake? I could have used four hooks and […]

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September 10, 2024
The Value of Abstract Thought

October 1, 1915 “How did you pick up this job? When did you learn to land survey?” I asked du Bois. “My last year of school. I’m good at math, trigonometry, geometry and such. My instructors insisted I try it for a trade. It came easily and apparently there is a surveyor shortage in Steamboat […]

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September 4, 2024
Reflections, Commerce and Crows

September 22, 1915 I love cottonwoods. I do not know why. Perhaps it is subtle grandiosity. They tower tall, endure the wind, and offer a home to the transient wildlife. They stoically cast shadows along the river and the streets of Steamboat Springs. I have a thin leaf variety close to my backdoor. I cannot […]

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August 26, 2024
An Unwanted Child

September 8, 1915 “Goot sausage needs no mustard,” Frank Muench bellowed to the crowd in his German smothered Swiss accent. His concession, set up facing the field and near the first base dugout, had a black chalkboard trimmed in blond wood. On the top in carefully drawn bold letters was “New Meat Market.” Below a […]

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