It was easy, growing up on Colorado’s Front Range, to see things in a simple oppositional framework: There’s this and that — either/or — the Rockies in one direction and the Great Plains in the other.
I’m looking at the weather forecast and thinking it should be spelled r-o-l-l-e-r c-o-a-s-t-e-r. I was in stubborn refusal mode for getting any summer clothes back out when nice fall ...