A Tale Of Two Cities: How NOT To Promote Small-Town America (Part 2)

Lesson one: Whine about who will water the damn flower baskets. Refer to Part 1 of this series.

The tale of the first city took many years to promote itself and almost blighted financial conditions to use the resources they already had.

Now I am in the second small-town.

We moved here by choice. I don't believe in moving to a town, big or small (by choice) and then whining one's arse off about all the shortcomings.

But I do believe in learning a few lessons.

Let me backtrack. In the ensuing years since leaving the first small town, I lived in very big towns. I did some freelance writing for a weekly newspaper, a monthly newspaper and also a few stories promoting businesses for a magazine in Colorado Springs. I then wrote some stories for a national magazine that had been in business for almost a hundred years.

Writing doesn't pay much. So, in between I worked at a print shop and then went onto selling antiques and collectibles online.

I then went on to work in two antiques shops and finally landed at a third one, where I am very happy. It's the best of both worlds. I am in a position to talk with people all day long and you'll see some of their amazing stories on this blog. I had no idea one could enjoy a microcosm of people from all over the world in an antiques shop. And remember, I don't like being part of the story. I like telling other people's stories. That's why it took me awhile to write this story about two cities, because it's personal.

I had NO intention of ever getting involved in helping a small town promote itself. A business owner in the second small town, where I live now, told me they were very frustrated with not being able to get the amount of people to the town that was needed to be sustainable. This person had no idea I knew a little about how to get free publicity or self-market what you already have and get people interested with little expense.

The former business owner told me much money had been spent on advertising and promotions to almost no avail--over a decade or so. The person held an "office" in an organization that promoted local business, but the infighting was bad.

I casually remarked I might be able to assist, for free, but refused to get involved in any meetings, positions or infighting. The person told me to type up a page about myself and they would present it to the people in charge. I did so.

The person came back and said people almost clapped when they found out someone, who basically wanted to remain anonymous and didn't want money or recognition and would assist in getting free publicity. I said great and waited to hear from the person in charge.

A few months passed and I heard nothing. Nada. So I asked how to proceed. I was told to go to a certain business, since the owner was the president of the organization. The now former business owner I was working with was at one time second in charge.

So I went to the business and introduced myself. The president was out of the shop. This business is now defunct, but even if it wasn't I would not give total details, because it is not my intention to shine the light on specific people. Just to learn lessons on how NOT to promote small-town America.

I spoke to the person's spouse and adult child. The spouse actually started screaming at me--for no reason I could tell--at first. The spouse actually almost had an emotional meltdown and her adult child finally got her out of the shop. But her last words to me were,"Just go rouge!" What, am I Sarah Palin, I thought.

Go rogue. Why would I want to go rogue when all I went to a local shop to ask what I could do for THEM--meaning the whole town and them as an individual business, to get tourists more acquainted with the area?

Well, it took me years to realize the spouse was probably SO frustrated with roadblocks and issues in the town, totally unknown to me--that it was blasted and dumped on me.

So, I talked to the adult child alone who told me they had a marketing degree. Great! I deferred to that expertise and asked to get me set up with some tasks. Press releases? Getting a data base for all media in a several-state area? Writing about their specific business? I was at their service. Let me have a go at it--and if it works, great. If I fail, no one would lose a penny and I would do all the work in my spare time.

The response was: People of my generation.... Well, people of my generation....

Huh? The implication basically was I was too old to realize what was hip and cool and of no use to market this town.

I don't have much of an ego--and can accept people' opinions. Then the conversation got down to one of the things that was REALLY bothering the person: There were no single opposite sex people in the dump of a town. Oooh!

OK, so far in our marketing travails in how to NOT promote small-town America we've learned:

#1 Whine about who waters the flower baskets
#2 Bring your own personal emotional issues into logical discussions on how to help 
EVERYONE promote the town

I decided to mostly forget this unpleasantness and just "go rogue" by blogging about small-town America.

I have no ulterior motives. I just share people's stories and an occasional business story. I find it interesting. And I don't get paid for it, so no one can suggest I am doing it for fame or money, since I don't mention my name.

The blog did attract the attention of a print magazine--even though I have to be tracked down since I am semi-anonymous and have pen names for ID's and emails. The story is still in the works as far as I know. A story about small-town America--the joys and challenges and business identity.

That got me to thinking that perhaps the town is interesting to others. The town was interesting to me, but I can amused by watching paint dry, so it was a nice possibility to think outside folks might find it worthy of a story.

But before the magazine took interest in our town, I made one other attempt to assist. I was at a meeting for a local festival. I asked someone in a position of power if there was a data base somewhere of all media-- online, radio, magazines, TV and newspapers. I was actually snarled at. Even after I volunteered to compile one. I recently found out (from the former person in charge) who didn't know me at the time, that there was indeed such a data base. Odd since I rarely see any mention of our small town events in the free calendar of events sections of newspapers or magazines.

I told the former person in charge who told me they had to fight for everything that I had given up on any of these ideas. I was told," Don't give up on your ideas. Just give up on some of the people."

My, that sounded like some compelling advice for life in general.

So, the third lesson learned in how NOT to promote small-town America is: #3 Make it so difficult on people that they will give up free ideas to promote a town and give up on most of the people fighting ANY ideas.

Well, let's fast forward some more. You've read this far and you might be thinking: This person is just a high-falluting so-and-so who comes across as an idiot and sets people off to snarling and yelling.

That occurred to me. So, I asked a person at that meeting (after the meeting in private) where I was snarled at over a data base--and the person said it was NOT me, that they had run into the same problem and to just do my own thing. And then I asked another person, who works with me and is actually involved in many of these meetings--same answer basically.

Well, I have a problem doing my own thing. That isn't the point of promoting the value and treasures of a town and the people in that town.

This all came to a head for me today. The things I am recounting about the second small town actually transpired over the past several years. And I never felt compelled to tell anyone, except a few close friends about what happened--with no names mentioned.

But today someone brought up to me that there was big internal struggle going on. One that involved "imploding" and things that might affect the town's visibility and future nominal prosperity.

I listened. I asked a few questions. Then someone else came in on the conversation (off the street) and told the same story. It's always pretty easy to see the truth in a matter when you hear basically the same story from different people (that you don't even know or only know vaguely) over a long period of time and the stories match up.

Very sad. Even though I don't attend  these various meetings, I've attended enough in the first small town (as a reporter) to understand the dynamics. Egos. Warring factions. People wanting no changes. Others wanting change. Personal issues and frustrations being dumped in the public square that should have no bearing on what is healthy for a small town--or a town of any size. Refer to lesson #2 in how NOT to promote a small town.

Maybe because I was closely involved, yet objective, in the last small town--I see the middle ground. Some people do not want big changes and developments in their small towns. Others want radical changes. Both sides war.

A former person in charge of promoting the town (the one who said it was a fight for everything) had the same attitude I do. Don't attempt to make a small town a big town. Just have festivals and cultural events that bring people into town to shop and enjoy life without all the headaches of increasing infrastructure.

Today was rough. All so unnecessary. So, I asked what I could do (behind the scenes) to simply promote what was already here. I was told to go to a certain place. I said that was fine and good--but just showcasing one jewel of the town was not enough. I wanted to promote the whole town; give the whole picture. I was told it will never happen. I know what they meant--you cannot get everyone on board. But what I am suggesting is NOT radical. It is simply getting mostly free publicity for what is already here. With little expense.

I won't give details of the people I have been talking to--so all the events here are true, but certain details vague so no one will be identified.

I was asked about a certain non-profit group that really showcases some world-class events, etc.--but isn't getting the people in the doors on most of the events.

Easy. Network. Find compatible groups (theater, music, art, literacy programs, concerts groups, etc.) and offer a certain amount of free tickets to that non-profit organization and they do the same. It fills the seats. And spouses or guests of the free-ticket recipients have to pay. OR just give away all free tickets to other reputable groups and offer them an opportunity to purchase refreshments, a fundraising cookbook or a calendar or some keepsake of the evening's entertainment. It really isn't difficult. Most people when given something free for a good cause are more than willing to purchase an item in appreciation and support.

This doesn't make a small town grow sizewise or bring in crime or make radical changes.

And how do you get the attention of the media? Do something unusual. Just sending out a press release that there will be a concert, a business event or art showing is great. But just say someone promoting a group of artists decided to do a calendar featuring the artist doing something unusual or funny or a bit sassy? The media will come to you.

Say you produce a group's calendar for a nominal expense (since presumably there are artists and photographers willing to donate their services) and sell them to supporters and all those people you offered free tickets to. You have paid for your expenses and probably made a profit. And if the calendar was amusing or whatever, some people in the media would hunt you down and ask why you dressed an artist in a suit of armor with a welding torch. And then you garnered yourself some free publicity. And you also earned a relationship with someone in the media that you can call or write for the next event, showing or festival. Priceless.

My first small town was known as the capital of (fill in the blank with the name of the crop) but hardly anyone outside the town or the canning industry knew about it. The second town is also known as the capital of something. But almost everyday I have to tell visitors that. They are stunned (and delighted) to find it out.

Lesson #4: Make it really hard for people to know the identity of the town. Have few to no signs. Make sure there are no t-shirts or totes for sale celebrating this fact.

Lesson #5: Make sure money is always used as the reason why things can't happen. Don't look for free publicity or come up with all-inclusive projects the town can come up with for publicity (such as calendars) that will pay for itself and garner free publicity.

And lesson #6. My favorite. Recently a person who just moved into the area asked about a certain long-running festival. I went to the window to get a poster for the event and on many of the events it did not have the address or specific times. I was embarrassed even though I have nothing to do with any of the events.

The person said,"Oh, so this thing is just a locals' thing. So as long as the locals know, they don't mind that us newcomers don't know?"

Good Lord! I was mortified. I told her that when I moved to town, I had the same problem.
There was an event we wished to attend, but could not find which park or location or time it was. Just the day. I told her to check the local newspapers. But of course there were no local newspapers for sale within close proximity.

Lesson #6 Assume that no one new moves to the area. Or that people are driving through town and see a poster and are interested, but have no clue how to get there if there is no address, incomplete addresses and/or no minimal directions.

I am sure there are many, many other ways to NOT promote small-town America. I'm just sticking to the main ones I've lived the past few decades in two different states.

And yes, it was negative. That pains me. I have a nickname among close friends: Pollyanna.

So, in the next installment--I'll come at this from a more positive viewpoint that feels more comfortable to me.

I'll cover WHY people tell me they even want to come to small towns, when almost "everything" they could want is in the big towns they live in. And maybe all the things I've heard people tell me will result in the way TO promote small town America.

A Tale Of Two Cities: How NOT To Promote Small-town America (Part1)

I am not a marketing expert. But maybe I understand how it works--at least in some small American towns.

Most know that small towns are facing struggles to stay economically viable.

Let me start in the first of two small towns that I have lived in and got to know very well.

The first town was in California. The "other" California as I always called, it. The California in the Central Valley where it feels like your brains will be baked by noon. Where the pollution is high, not from smog, but from all the pesticides in  one of the largest agricultural sectors in the entire world.

A place that sometimes tied summer temperatures with Death Valley. I won't mention the name of the town. It would serve no purpose. But it was and is a real town of about 5,000 souls.

A river runs through the outskirts of the town. But the town itself was semi-unremarkable except for two things: Some of the most genuine people I'd ever met and also a crop that it led the state in producing. I won't mention the crop, because a quick web search would reveal there is only one town in US that is the capital or king of this crop.

Now the crop is a good one. Not as sexy as garlic in Gilroy. But close. A nice upscale crop that most everyone uses regularly.

I ended up in this town accidentally. I accidentally landed a job as a photographer and newspaper reporter. But I also sold ads when the adman was fired. I had no idea how to sell ads or layout ads, but I figured it out until I could talk the editor/owner into hiring him back. I also ran the subscription department when someone went out on maternity leave. Same thing. Didn't know how to do it--figured it out.

But I mainly wrote news stories.

My editor, who also owned the newspaper, was a remarkable woman. She was one of the first female editor/publishers in the country when she started in the 40s or 50s. She was my boss during the end of her career in the 1980s. She was a committed alcoholic, as were most of the people who worked there. It made for interesting times.

But that alcohol problem also gave me a unique advantage. Once the townspeople realized I was not a daytime drunk (or nighttime for that matter) and did not write with a "poison pen" as they put it--I was welcomed into most every aspect of the law enforcement, city government, the chamber of commerce and the merchants' worlds.

Today my workplace would have been considered hostile and toxic. It was. But the townspeople embraced me, a blundering idiot at first. Even the town judge called me into his chambers one day and kindly told me he could tell I did not understand legal terms. So he schooled me, so I could write about legal matters semi-convincingly.

If I made an honest mistake, everyone assumed it was just that, and told me the right information--politely. I paid them back by staying up late at night many times, until I got things just right. I owed the town that much and more.

Due to the actual newspaper being a total chaotic dump with NO swamp cooler, even in 100 degree plus summers--I spent most of my time in the town, getting to know what was going on.

This town had been failing economically for years. Decades.

The editor/owner used to have temper fits. She once fired me for no reason. The adman got my job back for me after weeks of convincing her. Then during another temper fit, she fired him. And though I filled in for him--it took me months to convince her to hire him back. But I did learn a bit about publicity, ads and marketing.

This town had very little industry, except agriculture. It was on I-5 but hardly anyone ventured past the truck stops or gas stations, into the town.

I used to hang out with the chamber of commerce office manager and then was invited to all the merchants' meetings. Like many American small towns, people were trying to figure out NOT how to get their town bigger--but how to attract tourists. Growing a town is great if there is diverse industry, but with that comes more infrastructure and budget concerns.

The owner of a local feed store came up with the idea of donating ALL the supplies and flower seeds to make hanging baskets to beautify the town. Like many small towns, it has a strip of grocery stores, gas stations and other solid businesses that cater to locals and people coming off the freeway. But the historical downtown with its theater and cuter shops was only three or four blocks long. Certainly not overwhelming to beautify with some flower baskets.

Remember, this was the mid to late 1980s. This was before that was the trend. Agritourism? Farm to table? Real efforts at historical preservation in small-town America? These concepts were barely coming to most people's consciousnesses.

I was only in my 20s, but I knew a good idea when I heard it. As I always told people: I don't have that many inborn talents, but my main talent is recognizing the talents and good ideas of others and I LOVE cheering them on.

Being in small-town journalism was the perfect fit for me. A great opportunity to recognize and champion the efforts of others, without being the center of attention.

I sat in that meeting and marveled at the feed store owner (who was barely making it financially) but was willing to donate all the supplies for the good of the town. The response? Someone whined,"Who will water all those baskets?"

I felt the air leave the room. Back then I was fairly shy and wouldn't have dreamed of being part of the story and responding," Are you stark raving mad? Take turns watering the damn baskets! Even though many days I work 12 to 15 hours covering all the meetings in town--I'll help, you damn ingrates!"

Well, that project died before it got off the ground.

Remember my alcoholic boss. Even though she was temperamental, she let me have my own column where I was able to write my own opinions. I did NOT mention the flower basket fiasco, but after that I did go on a slight crusade to get SOME people in town to realize they were sitting on a treasure and hiding their lights under a proverbial basket. I did it in a nice way.

After all this town has a crop that ships all over the world. But in an industrial capacity. Even though I did NOT use words like farm to table or agritourism, because those were not in common usage at the time, I wrote about those things. I suggested the town have a festival celebrating this crop. They did do that, but it turned into a locals-only party. It was fun, but did nothing to get the rest of the county or state to realize the amazing agriculture in this tiny, almost forgotten town.

There was only one business in town that was slightly ahead of its time and marketed its products in a appealing way. And one other business that I started working with to help them develop the genius they already had in their business.

I suggested this town celebrate and develop what they already had.

I eventually moved to Colorado and went back to big-town living for several decades. Flower baskets and people celebrating away and no one whining over who was going to water the free flower baskets.

I did check up on the little town, online, years later. And I'll be darned! They finally did it. But only after more businesses became boarded up, according to a friend of mine who drove through the town and was appalled. Yes, it took the threat of derelict boarded up buildings. But they finally came to the conclusion that people want and need good old-fashioned crops and products done up with a flourish and creativity and beauty.

For years they missed one of the essential reasons people will drive for miles to a small-town. It's not only the fresh agricultural products--it's stepping back into time to a simpler time. It's strolling the streets in relative peace and safety. It's getting back to most all of our roots. It's about seeing how other people live and thrive in a rural setting.

So, I learned how NOT to promote small-town America decades ago: Don't whine about the flower baskets.

Only about 20 percent of Americans live in rural areas or small towns. It's a dying proposition at times. But wherever there is a downside, a good side can emerge.

I was actually raised in New York  the first few years of my life and even MANY decades ago my mother (a native New Yorker) used to tell me there were many children who had never really seen a lawn or many trees. I didn't believe her as a kid, because we were living on Staten Island (considered the country or rural area of New York back then) and there were plenty of trees and lawns. But she was talking about Brooklyn where some of the other relatives lived. My mother was trying to teach me to be grateful and not think that if I took something for granted that kids a few miles away were as fortunate as I was.

Yes, some of my relatives lived in those squalid areas in Italian tenements around the turn of the century and beyond not seeing much of nature. They emerged, thankfully. But I guess it's in my DNA that even people decades ago were yearning for nature and the country.

Let's not let it die. Let's preserve it.

And after years of living in the big cities I returned again to a small town in another state. I briefly told the tale of one of the cities. What about the second city? Am I going to learn more lessons how NOT to promote a small American town? You bet.

Florence, Colorado: Florence High School, Here's A Happy & Sad Story

Ever hear a story that makes you happy and sad at the same time? I was at the antiques mall working today and a nice lady came in asking to post a flier in the window. We almost always say yes.

You will probably see the posters around town, boasting the logo of the Florence High School mascot. The Florence Huskies, of course.

I happen to have an affection for dogs of all types. But what I really have deep feelings for is a story about young (and older) people making a difference.

The flier reads: Help Fill The FHS (Florence High School) Pantry!

I asked what the FHS pantry was.

The lady with the flier, Stephanie Elkins (FHS class of '88) told me there was a number of FHS students in need, including some that had no running water in their homes.

My jaw literally dropped, as did a customer's, who was standing close by.

I asked if this tragic situation had been going on for along time.

Stephanie told me that she graduated in 1988 from FHS and the problem had been going on at least as long as she had been going to school in the late 80's.

She told us that the high school made sure all students who needed showers were able to do so, at the high school during certain times.

Stephanie also mentioned the drive to fill the FHS pantry is an important need to help fill the gap for students who need food items such as: Canned tuna or chicken, peanut butter and jelly, crackers, cereal, individual serving sizes of soups, pastas, fruits and such. In other words, food that doesn't need refrigeration or complicated cooking.

Another need is hygiene bags: Gallon-size zip bags, wash cloths, soap, travel-size lotion, shampoos and conditioners, socks, combs, brushes, toothpaste, toothbrushes and deodorant, etc.

What was so remarkable about this story, after I got over the surprise of need and the wonderful support of the high school, was at least one of the people behind this food and hygiene items drive.

Stephanie said the pantry program wasn't going as strongly as the need dictated and Stephanie's daughter became impassioned by making the drive a huge success.

What's remarkable is that Stephanie's daughter is a FHS freshman. Her name is Chloe Beauchamp and she is FHS class of 2021.

Now Chloe isn't the only freshman in her class behind this worthy cause. But it was her mother, who was out volunteering her time that I happened to run into.

Why is Chloe so moved to help her fellow classmates? An emphatic heart, according to her mother.

Stephanie told me a few other inspiring things about her daughter, but I think I should let someone else illuminate those details. After all, this is a story that the local media should pick up.

The flier also states the Rocky Mountain Sassenachs will be assisting the FHS freshman class. I looked up that group and found them on Twitter. It's an Outlander fan club.

Stephanie also told me the Florence Police Department found out about the pantry drive and got behind it. Yes, they did! Earlier today the FPD posted about the event on its Facebook page at: https://www.facebook.com/Florence-Police-Department-Colorado-472430029444132/

In case you don't go to the FPD page, suffice it to say, folks can also drop off their donations at the Florence Police Department and city hall and both entities will make sure the students in need get those items.

But the main drop-off for the fill-the-pantry drive is at the Florence Chamber of Commerce at 116 N. Pikes Peak Ave. on Saturday, October 21 from 10 to 2. But donations are also accepted at the chamber office during regular business hours before Oct. 21.

I know Fremont County will come through. And I hope someone sends me a picture of the huge amount of donations, so I can post the picture here.

OK, we're going to do all we can to make sure all the students in need at FHS are taken care of.

And that gets the paws-up approval of our smiling Husky. You didn't know we had a smiling Husky around here. Tsk, tsk. You all should know I have a cute dog picture for EVERY occasion!

Florence, Colorado: I Was Naked And Rolling Around In A Pile Of....

I was naked and rolling around in a pile of...

Get your mind out of the gutter. I was naked and rolling around in a pile of BOOKS!

I usually don't share my fantasies on this blog. I don't wish to shock school children and those with delicate sensibilities. But books to me are like what doughnuts are to law enforcement.

Did I mention that FREE doughnuts and BOOKS are the reason for me sharing my fantasy.

OK, Florence is a funky and strange and delightful burg. I already knew that when I moved here.

But I would have moved here even sooner if I would have known that people run ads like this in the Canon City Shopper: "This September 30th, 2017 at 511 West Main in Florence Colorado there will be a free book giveaway. Hundreds of books will be available--political, historical, literary essays. Come browse and take as many books as you want. There will be coffee, doughnuts and and cookies to drink and munch while you look and load up. (719) 431-9340 aaaaaaaaa101@hotmail.com"

What the fudge? I get fed as I get free books!

Died and went to heaven. It must have been something my parents did when I was really young. They twisted my psyche where I became an unabashed book whore. And a cheapskate (except with friends and family) who loves to munch. Munch while I load up books. Munch while I read books.

Well, there you have it. Unfortunately my questionable services are required at work in downtown Florence on Sept. 30th. You can stop by The Loralie Antique Mall and offer your condolences to me--or bring me a free book. Actually I'll send my spouse with a semi-truck to 511 West Main and see if he can bring enough books back for me to roll around naked in.

I only have one beef with folks who are having a FREE book event. Email me. I could have gotten this on the blog a lot sooner. But really, who is going to truly bust the chops of anyone giving away free books.

Florence,Colorado: Getting Interviewed By KKTV News In Your Underwear?

Usually it's peaceful in Florence, Colorado--just the way I like it. But today a bit of a crime wave hit our fair burg.

This morning my husband was up early doing yard work and came in to inform me that he found a woman's Bible (in a pretty padded zip-up cover) and a tote filled with items that looked like they belonged to a woman. The items were thrown in our backyard.

My husband's first inclination was a neighbor got upset at someone and threw them over our fence. Since we know or at least are  acquainted  of all our neighbors, that didn't seem to fit. All the neighbors are quiet and calm. We're probably (OK, just me) the most rowdy people in the neighborhood.

My mind works a little more cynically. I suggested someone had been abducted or perhaps murdered. Yes, I read too many books. I told my husband to not touch the items anymore due to fingerprints in case these were crime items.

Turns out they were crime items, but thankfully not in the way I originally speculated.

We were on our way to Colorado Springs, but my husband wanted to stop by the police station to turn the items in. But as we were getting ready to leave I noticed a Florence Police car at the neighbors and told my husband I'd just run out and tell the officer we found some things in our backyard.

Apparently our neighbor had their min-van stolen. After I expressed my heartfelt sorrow for this loss I told the officer we had some items we were going to drop off and he saved us a trip. He asked what they were. I said we didn't look too closely due to fingerprints, but a Bible was among the items.

He said the lady who they were stolen from was going to be very happy about the Bible being found. Apparently the items were stolen from her car, a few blocks from our house. We were also told a helmet and a Kevlar vest was stolen from a Fremont County deputy sheriff's cruiser, not far from our house.

The items we recovered were spread out on a Florence Police cruiser and we waved at our neighbors and the Florence Police chief who had just arrived and drove onto the Springs.

We had no idea the crime wave extended past our street and a neighboring street. We were troubled by this local crime, literally in our backyard.

You see, Florence has a fairly low crime rate. I checked it out extensively before we moved here--coming from living decades in the Springs and then in Denver for a short time. Florence has virtually no violent crimes. Murders are rare. Years go by where there are no murders. Rapes, same thing. Assaults, also rare. Petty theft and such is more of a problem according to stats, but still fairly low. Illegal drugs and domestic assaults are problems, as they are most everywhere--but most people like me who check crime stats know that if you don't hang out in certain circles, that type of crime most likely won't affect one personally.

Florence is a Mayberry-type town. The kind of place where people leave their doors and cars unlocked sometimes.  But I've lived in high-crime areas in my adult years and was raised on the mean streets of New York.

Even with my more cynical mindset, I never expected to be on the edges of a crime wave in Florence.

So, on our drive today to the Springs we talked about getting an alarm system and securing our property even more. Even though we didn't have anything missing. Both our cars were unlocked, but nothing was missing. Of course, I had crap in my car that was destined for thrift store donation.

We just arrived back from the Springs, with this incident fresh on our minds, but more hungry and tired from our shopping trip. I was cutting some meat for dinner with some kitchen shears and I saw a man from the kitchen window who was walking up our driveway waving and smiling. At first I thought he was a religious person (wouldn't have minded) by the way he was dressed. But he had nothing in his hands. So I thought: Police detective.

No, reporter from KKTV, Channel 11 in Colorado Springs. He wanted to know what we knew about the car thefts. I came outside still with my kitchen shears in hand and told him what the police had told us and the stolen property in our backyard. He asked if we knew that two other people on our block had things stolen out of their cars. No, we didn't know that.

                                         My Husband And Spencer From KKTV Channel 11

He ran across the street to talk to another neighbor briefly and came back, so I invited him in the house to talk about the stolen property found in our backyard. My husband was cooking. Spencer Wilson, the reporter, asked if he could get an interview and I said sure, but let my husband do it since he's the one who found the items.

I looked at my husband to see if that was acceptable and he replied,"Well, I'll do it. But I'd at least like to put my pants on!"

Thankfully he was standing at the kitchen island and only I could see he was in his undies with a tank top. Spencer ran to get his camera and hubby ran to get his pants.

I think the interview would have been more entertaining in undies.

Spencer told us two vehicles had been taken from a construction site, but it probably wasn't related to what happened on our street and to another car and the deputy's cruiser a few blocks from us. We hadn't heard about the stolen construction vehicles, but were shocked so much crime happened in a few hours in a sleepy town that more concerns itself with antiques, festivals and parades and enjoying small town America.

We didn't get to talk to Spencer for too long since he was under deadline to get his story in tonight. I told him I understood, because years ago I volunteered to type closed captioning (for a competing news station in Colorado Springs) and sat right next to the editing station and saw the stress of editing stories under deadline. I also used to be under deadlines myself in print journalism, so I felt very sympathetic, but not so much that I didn't ask the extremely cordial Spencer if he'd pose for a blog picture.

What a good sport. Spencer is a true professional. He wasn't phased I came outside waving kitchen shears, or my husband cooked in his underwear and even took note that my husband was making a tomato, cucumber and onion salad that looked exactly like the one he made at home.

Spencer told us this was only his second day on the job. Of course, I cheered him on, even though it is not his first job in journalism. Basically I indicated encouragement and the knowledge he was going to go far in his career, without saying it outright since he was in a hurry. His last cheerful words as he zipped back to the studio were,"You have somebody at 11!"

Community journalism at its best.

And as a community of journalists, citizens and law enforcement--let's do our damnedest to find these criminals who think they can steal not only vehicles and things from vehicles, but our peace of mind.

Here's a link to the initial information when this story was just breaking from KKTV: http://www.kktv.com/content/news/Stolen-vehicles--444752653.html

This was when the information was vague. Tonight at 10 there will be more. Other TV stations had similar vague information, but was calling on the community to help find these criminals.

A stock photo of some of the items stolen from the deputy's cruiser was posted. It didn't occur to us, until Spencer posed the question that someone could use those items to impersonate law enforcement.

There are other details about this crime wave that will probably come out soon enough (from law enforcement and journalists) and the lesson will be we all need to be more vigilant in protecting ourselves from crime.

Florence,Colorado: Where's The Watch Party For Jane Fonda & Robert Redford Movie, Our Souls At Night?

Where the heck is the watch party for the new Jane Fonda and Robert Redford Netflix movie, Our Souls At Night?

We know the release date is Sept. 29 on Netflix, just a few weeks after the movie showed at the Venice Film Festival. Venice. Italy.

Just like Florence. But not Italy. Colorado. You know, the small burg where a good portion of the movie was filmed.

I happen to have Netflix and will be able to watch the highly anticipated movie quite easily, much as I watch Fonda and Tomlin's Frankie and Grace and many other good Netflix offerings.

But what about all the folks who are excited to see not only the movie, but to really watch and recognize scenes of their hometown, Florence?

A co-worker was interested to know that I had Netflix and got to mentioning that she did not. And to her knowledge, there was no watch party planned for Florence. Not at the Rialto Theater, which is raising money for renovations. And not at the Bell Tower Cultural Center, one of many locations in Florence where filming took place.

No where that either of us knew about--unless I volunteer my modest home. But what good would that do the town? Besides the fact a few folks could tour my house and see if I'm a hoarder or an antiques collector extraordinaire? I'll let you guess. The person who guesses most closely will either win a box of chenille pipe stems, glitter and other crap--or a fine antique.

No, I was shocked, shocked I say--that there is no watch party for Our Souls At Night in Florence.

Surely I am not the only local that recognizes that Redford and Fonda are strolling in front of Two Sisters, well known by about everyone in Fremont County and the scene of many a delicious, lip-smacking, down-home eating experiences pretty much only available in the recesses of smalltown America.

For heavens sake, Jane and Robert, (I guess I can get familiar with them and use first names) since they both spent a whole day decompressing and taking breaks in the antiques mall where I work. Unfortunately, I was scheduled to work that day, but someone wanted to switch with me at the last minute and I missed the stars. Not that my co-worker knew the stars would be showing up that specific day. But it probably was for the best that I missed them. I am not a star struck person, but I did hear that Jane had an adorable canine companion and it would have been embarrassing when I would have smothered her pooch with attention and ignored Jane.

Heck, I feel like I got to know some of the film's production staff in the course of selling antiques and collectibles for the sets. One of the staff and I actually hugged, because we got into a very touching conversation about the POWER of story and how it is told even through objects and the standards of excellence that Jane and Robert elicit.

This whole town pretty much had a stake in the movie. If people weren't extras, or helping the production crew--they simply will recognize all the scenes shot in Florence.

So, why should there not be a watch party? Not at my house though! In a public place, so Florence can celebrate, compare notes and enjoy this film as a community? And maybe even raise a dollar or two for the many historical restoration projects going on around Florence. A watch party would also be a boost to making people aware that Florence is the antiques capital of Colorado and one of the few places in Colorado where small town America is in full swing.

So, maybe there is a public watch party somewhere in Florence. I don't know about it. My co-workers don't know about it. So if there is--shoot me a message or leave a comment on this blog and I'll post the information here.

Our Souls at Night Trailer - Jane Fonda and Robert Redford reunite

The trailer for the Netflix movie, starring Jane Fonda and Robert Redford, is out.



While the trailer doesn't really draw me in, I'm looking forward to the movie since some of the movie was filmed in Florence, Colorado. I got to watch portions of the filming, from afar, and assist some of the crew in making purchases to decorate sets.



Florence is the antiques capital of Colorado, and I happen to work at The Loralie Antique Mall. So, not only will be anticipating the movie in general, but seeing all the antiques, collectibles and decor items that crossed our counters.