Or my preferred subtext: Californians fuck everything up. I was fortunate in the very early 1970s to leave Texas for Colorado, in yet another of my father's endless job switches (this time, he hadn't been fired--he left KBOX in Dallas for KLZ in Denver). I remember Colorado from 1970 to 1976 has a great time in my life. Even though the Vietnam War was still in the news every night, and the bullies were just as harsh as they'd been in Texas, there was a peculiar vitality to Colorado that resonated with me. When I went back for a visit in 1978, it was still pretty much the same as I'd left it two years earlier: a vibrant state populated by level-headed individualists, and it was anything but a place most people considered migrating to, unless your name was Gerald Ford and you owned a chalet in Vail. Even Aspen was a different place then, before they expanded the airport so bizjets from LA could fly direct instead of to Stapleton. (That might have been the downfall right there--making it easy on liberals coming in to ski, who hated driving from Denver to Aspen.) Now, Colorado's a Janus state. One side, the place I remember. The other, a place I remember, too--only that place was San Francisco, in the early 1980s. It's not a fair trade, I tell ya. So What Happened? Who Shot and Killed The Old West? I don't know if the answer is in this article, which is more a valentine for Hickenlooper than anything else. But as someone who can remember the old Colorado, I find it troubling, nevertheless.