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Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Sad Day For Severance, CO

R.I.P. Bruce's Bar

Bruce's Bar began offering Rocky Mountain Oysters in the late 1950s. Back then, Ruth told patrons they came from the nearby Poudre River. However, the bar's famed appetizer wasn't shellfish at all. Instead, the "oysters" were breaded and deep-fried bull testicles purchased from local meatpacking plants. Also known as cowboy caviar, mountain tendergroins, prairie oysters and swinging beef, these delicacies are considered by some to be an aphrodisiac. To others, they're merely a tasty treat or a gastronomical adventure. Tourists from all over the world -- including Julia Roberts, John Elway, John Wayne, Rob Zombie and President George W. Bush -- came to Bruce's Bar to taste these western tidbits. Rocky Mountain Oysters became so popular that Ruth had to take out contracts with cattle ranchers in New Zealand and Costa Rica to produce the two tons of appetizers he sold on a monthly basis.
***All C.S.U. students put this at the top of their list as a must visit bar. I am so sorry to see an "old school" restaurant of this caliber close. I don't know where you can find these tasty treats anymore. I do remember that it was mandatory to follow this morsel with a beer. Trust me, I know.

Denver In 1913

If anyone cares news:

The winter that Denver is having has been compared to the winter of 1913. Where I reside, we have registered close to 50 inches of snow. This upcoming week-end is our 7th week-end storm since Dec. 20th. Needless to say I'm ready for spring!

Notice the sign that says "It's a privilege to live in Colorado"! Most the time I agree, but as I'm driving around the pot holes and over the bumpy icy roads I wonder?!

R.I.P. Barbaro

We will miss you Barbaro..

Here’s a final resting poem for you Barbaro, And for all, who have lost their furry loved ones.

“Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....” --Author Unknown

I don’t know why this story has struck such a cord with my heart. I am not even a racing fan. But I have followed this story since Day 1. My heart breaks for the owners, the trainer, the jockey, all the Barbaro fans and for this magnificent animal.