QUID HAS HEARD that there’s a fomenting storm brewing over the funky beer on tap at the oh-so-popular Arapahoe County Fair. Seems that fair folk hit pay-dirt this year when throngs, yes throngs, of goers filled acres of parking and stood in long lines for rides and a chance to see an actual pig or 50. Quid also braved the heat, the dust and the dander of puffy chickens and people to do what every serious county fair fan does: head to the beer tent. So in a state now famous for farm-to-table, the best corn in the world, the best peaches on the planet, children who like being dragged by hustling sheep, and an ocean of craft beer fit for the gods, the fair serves — Bud. And no wine. And no cider, not even Colorado’s famous Glider Cider. They serve Bud. And Bud Light. And Bud mixed with Kool Aid or something equally as nasty. Fair warning, folks, Colorado is beer country like nowhere else in this world. Quid will stand for marginal funnel cakes and tough turkey legs, but an Arapahoe County Fair without Parker ales, Dry Dock suds, Mu brilliance and Coda liquid candy for sale is just un-fair to everyone. This good advice is for you, Bud.
AND QUID HAS HEARD that despite Aurora’s bravado when it comes to picking on its big-sister city of Denver, sis is forever having to bail Aurora out of one thing or another. It was just another thing last week when a bus full of Aurora hoo-haws touring all over Colorado to marvel at the city’s fabulous thumb-in-Denver’s-eye water collection system, got stuck. Seems that after maneuvering crappy dirt roads above Leadville, through Buena Vista and across South Park, the big, black snazzy bus got stuck in the sand on the road just below Denver’s Strontia Springs Dam. “Dam” was the word of the day for hoo-haws, who had seen enough during the two-day tour. So it was Denver to the rescue, again, having to tractor Aurora’s bus out of disgrace and the canyon. Quid recommends the city end the tour at an Aurora brew-pub next year, rather than a Denver dam, and just offer a PowerPoint presentation on Waterton Canyon, which would likely leave water tourists more impressed.
AND QUID HAS HEARD that, getting back to suds, it’s time to either toast or pour one out for the 20 or so Denver Post vets who are off to newer, hopefully greener pastures after taking the buyout offered to trim back the biggest newsroom covering the Queen City of the Plains. If you, dear reader, have been waiting for ole Quid to spare the snark for something — you’re in luck. It’s a nasty week for those who trade in news, and your humble gossip mongerer and active-eared minions will sorely miss the likes of Post political maestra Lynn Bartels and the others who no longer will help bring you what’s fit.
AND THAT’S ALL THE NEWS THAT FITS