Living in a small rural Colorado town and traveling many months of the year out of the states leaves us culturally isolated and ignorant of current American and urban trends, styles and services. I have often thought of myself as an entrepreneur of sorts but I just never would of thought to offer Poo pick-up services, probably because I don’t have a dog.  Traveling to Denver this last weekend for a reunion of old Silverton-days friends I couldn’t help laughing at this truck in front of us evidently dispatched in hot pursuit of piles of cash.

Wasn’t it Ronald Reagan that is quoted as saying when he saw a pile of horseshit, “There must be a pony in here somewhere”?  So I’m guessing that the grass mowing union has required that lawns be Poo free now before they will mow.  Good thing we’re in a condo so that we don’t need lawn service, pool service and poo service.  Add that to your Cable and Cell Phone-texting service plus a daily Starbucks, and it’s no wonder people can’t afford their mortgages.

The reunion, called the Order of the Grape, is a carry-over from when a select group of Silverton EMS folks used to gather at the French Bakery, usually after hours, and solve the local, national and world problems.  There are a number of solutions this group has to it’s credit and accomplishment, but it’s so long ago that no one but us remembers the good things we did.  So we get together a couple times each decade to re-live our glory and catch-up on one another and who we all used to know.  It is interesting to note that we consume far less “grapes” than we used to as five of the eight bottles of wine were left over, but the food has gotten much better over the years.