When I told my East Coast friends a few years ago that I was going to live in Montana, they were stunned. "Isn't that near Nebraska?" one wondered. ("Yes, relative to Washington, D.C.," I replied). Another New York friend recently sneered about my move [RETURN TO ARTICLE]
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Denver’s one thing, Mr. Sirota; but for those of us who have had some experience with Montana, you’d be incorrect in assessing it’s residents to be regular people being regular people, unless your intent is to ingratiate yourself with those who frequently boast that blacks know better than to move to Montana. During my visits to the Big Sky state when one of my daughters resided there, the lack of minorities was more stunning than the night sky. Locals despise the “rich Californians” whose homes mar the once pristine ridgelines and most of the men I spoke with on the golf courses, all white, boasted that they came to Montana to escape the multi-culturally diverse challenges, to put it nicely, of the coastal megopolis, East and West. At least in Denver you’ll feel the progressive remnants of mine-workers’ struggles in the past and the present upheavals of Hispanic demands for justice. Also, its darn good feelin’ those boot heels meet the weathered grain of a hardwood floor and having a beer at those proletarian Redmen’s union halls. Let’s hope Vail and Aspen, places that very much remind one of Ned Lamont’s digs in Greenwich, CT, don’t corrupt you. Sure hope not. That’d be a heckuva loss.
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