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| I think Colorado Springs could do more to recognize and remember our important citizens of the past. One of my favorites is Frank Waters. Waters has been memorialized with his own small park just off E. Pikes Peak and a defaced brass marker on the house in which he lived. There's also a carved stone memorial at the SW corner of that same park. Waters, a relative of Winfield Scott Stratton, wrote passionately and powerfully about the west and it's inhabitants--particularly New Mexico. His tribute to Stratton is entitled "Midas of the Rockies". I would suggest you start with "Midas" or if your focus is more southwestern/Native American try "The Man Who Killed The Deer", then "Woman At Otowi Crossing". If you're more of a Joseph Campbell fan, try Waters' "Masked Gods". |
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| Frank Waters- Writer, Historian |
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| 435 East Bijou (private residence) |
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| "and you have made My house into a den of sin" -Jesus to the doorman at EDEN Club |
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| Heading our "Time Marches On" Department is the shiny new club known, not without reason, "EDEN". Formerly the Village Inn Restaurant (not affiliated) the building (if you look at its architecture) once belonged to First Presbyterian but was originally origninally The Grace Episcopal Church. My, My. |
| Sources close to the skysoxwiz team inform us that EDEN is, indeed, a garden of delights...right down to the buff MALE perfume and towel attendants in the WOMEN'S lounges (they were "rest rooms" when the Episcopalians used the building). I guess most anything goes at Eden and probably the closest thing you could find to an APPLE would be an orange garnish on the cocktail bar. I'm pretty sure I speak from the perspective of an old fart who wouldn't be admitted to this flesh parlor in the first place but I'm thinking the original straight laced Grace Episcopalians of General Palmer's era would just throw a kiniption fit (look that one up in your Funk & Wagnall's) if they were to attend "services" there today. The utter transmogrification of the church into the Xanadu-like retreat destroys my faith in the adage, "the more things change, the more they remain the same". (If you look VERY closely you can see the handlebars of your reporter's scooter near the Wall For Restraining Uncool Persons). I stand restrained. |
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| BUTCH'S SHADY SERVICE.......... |
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| When I chose to create this little website I had no idea how much it would resemble fishing. In my search I've driven up and down hundreds of streets and alleys on both bike and scooter. Like the hundred casts a fisherman makes, most of the alleys turned up nothing. And just when you're about to pack it in....your find a quiet, forgotten little lane and EUREKA, there's a huge strike on your line called "Butch's Shady Service". This little tudor shack and matching garage are adorned with period wall lamps, two gas pumps and a fully furnished garage office, right down to the glass topped display counter. A fine example which bit the dust just a few years ago was "BLONDIE'S" in Nob Hill near Fargo's. Butch's, seen here, is complete right down to the metal lawn chair. Imagine the boys hanging around, pouring their Planter's Peanuts into their RC Cola bottle and listening to Jack Buck calling the Cardinals game on the big Crosley radio inside. Back when gas was 19c per gallon you would often hear the cry" "FILL 'ER UP WITH Hi-Test" |
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| Butch's Shady Service Colorado Springs |
| A "typical" roadside TEXACO station of the 1930-1950 era. |
| While doing a home exchange in Iowa I came upon this most excellently restored Phillips 66 service station in Creston, IA. This gives you an idea of how thorough and loving a job was done "creating" Butch's Shady Service. (above) |
| Visitor's Center Creston Iowa |