Hilly and I have been skiing in Aspen for a week and HOW I rejoice. People think this place is a bubble for the rich and the spoiled. Maybe, but they do not get underfoot. To me, it is still the absolutely magical place I came to in 1973 and to which I have returned, every year since. I am as much in love with it today as ever. Maybe more, because I am so glad to be able to do this stuff when so many of my pals have crawled under the bed or whatever. For me, THIS IS THE PAYOFF for all that exercise out in the barn. I get to come swooping down these stunning hills, with a turn of speed. Like a kid. Oh boy!
So many of my pals quit skiing (and biking and everything else but golf) at 50 or 60 or whatever. DUMB! To let this stuff slip out of your life one moment before you have to… uh, uh.
I am off tomorrow to give a talk in the midwest. Think they’ll hear a word or two about this? Oh yes. I don’t know how much skiing they do in Indianapolis; they will have to extrapolate.
[Do “Join” this site, by the way. The free FORTNIGHTLY you will soon get has some nice Aspen stuff. And an old video clip of me and DOCTOR HUNTER S. THOMPSON, at a very odd wedding at which the two of us officiated. Hint: the bridegroom was a bull.]