As the new year unfolds, I find myself on the fence. This is an uncomfortable place to sit if you’re not a bird. The pickets are sharp and pointy and the fence is high off the ground. The view from up here is dizzying. Some days, I wobble and come dangerously close to falling onto the dark side where fire sweeps into the Denver suburbs and the ICUs are …
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