Peter Shelton

Tim DeChistopher’s Peaceful Uprising

Posted in Gas Pains, Watch columns by pshelton on May 27, 2010

Clean-cut University of Utah senior Tim DeChristopher didn’t know what he was going to do when he walked into a Bureau of Land Management oil-and-gas lease auction in Moab. He just knew he had to do something.

“I thought of yelling something or throwing a shoe,” he said after his December 2008 arrest. “What I did was far more effective than I could have been with a shoe.” (more…)

The Zen Stick

Posted in Confessions of a Grandpa, Road Trips West, Watch columns by pshelton on May 20, 2010

There I was a couple of weeks ago writing about The Idiot’s Guide and taking care of our cars and how they’ve lasted so long with a bit of love and regular oil changes.

I should have known better. The law of the universe says that when you pat yourself on the back—whup!—here comes the Zen Stick to beat you back down again. Down to where you belong. (more…)

Oh, Baby.

Posted in Confessions of a Grandpa, Watch columns by pshelton on May 12, 2010

A car pulled up alongside us at the light, windows down in the afternoon Albuquerque heat. Instead of the typical, big-bass thump, I heard just a single radio phrase from out of the car before green sent him accelerating. “Oh, Baby. . .” the singer crooned.

It was Mother’s Day, the streets were nearly deserted, the sky a high New Mexico blue you don’t see up north in Colorado. We had just left University Hospital, mothers and babies wing, where our second grandchild, Lily, held court at just a few hours old. (more…)

All things must pass

Posted in Animal Dreams by pshelton on May 5, 2010

The clink of the spoon on my cereal bowl rings like Pavlov’s bell.

It always triggered a response in Tonapaw, who would position himself on nonchalant high alert nearby, ready to lap up the last of the milk the second I set the bowl on the floor.

Turns out, it also triggers anticipation in me. I expect the cat to be there to play his part in our steady morning ritual. And now, for the first time in 10 years, he isn’t here. And that absence, the sudden gap in a familiar routine, pangs me only a little less each day. (more…)