Goddesses, Eagle Scouting and saying good-bye to Tie-Dyed Steve

by Mike Sheahan

This is “The Goods,” the weekly entertainment “’sup?” that couldn’t be happier now that what looks like an actual monsoon season could be upon us. Maybe now we will no longer be forced to watch our neighbors water their lawns at 2 p.m. on a 90-degree day. They may as well stick a hose in the gutter for all the good that does. Of course these early evening showers will do little to deter the town’s biggest waster of water, our own city government.

Due to a penchant for Pinstripe and a raging case of insomnia (the result of a crushing blow to the head at age 8) I am often out and about during the early morning hours. The same hours that our parks and other public areas are being watered by massive city-run irrigation systems. Practically every time I pass one of these systems in action, there is some broken part watering the street, sidewalk or anything concrete, with many gallons of water per minute. Plus, the lack of water pressure resulting from such a breach often renders the rest of the system useless. I’ll admit to being new to these parts, but I’m pretty sure such waste is kinda bad. Ah, whadda ya gonna do? Like a brilliant fourth-grader once said “Can’t win. Why try?”

The week’s entertainment begins tonight, July 31, with a “Goddess Festival” in the Pullman room at The Strater Hotel starting at 6 p.m. I’m not really sure what a Goddess is, but if you consider yourself one, then this event’s door prizes, music and “high vibrational energy” are just for you. It does seem like any event that comes with “high vibrational energy” ought to be held in a serene Aspen glade or at a place like Chimney Rock rather than a hotel banquet room, but what do I know? I’m not a Goddess.

The tickets are $25 each or two for $40, and that should buy a lot of good vibes.

You know, life in Durango is not all about wasting water and hotel banquet rooms. This is a town rich in things like marijuana-smoking college kids, overpriced three-bedroom houses and, of course, the performing arts. If for some reason you feel as if you’re not getting enough of the latter, read on, dear friend, read on.

There are a couple of live theater choices that seem compelling this week beginning with a piece called “Hooters.” A parental-advisory play featuring Durango High School Alumni, “Hooters” offers sexual situations and coarse language. Assuming this is not a play about a couple of horny owls, one can surmise what much of the show is about. Oooh, now that’s racy.

The play shows Friday, Aug. 1, at 8p.m. and Saturday, the 2nd, at 2 p.m. and 8 p.m. All performances take place at the Durango Arts Center.

I am not ashamed to say that a few decades ago I was heavily involved in the Boy Scouts of America. It was a great experience for a rural suburban kid such as myself: I got out of my parents house for a weekend every month, learned to smoke cigarettes and somehow became an Eagle Scout, the highest award one can earn in the Boy Scouts. I say this because I can’t wait to attend “Eagle Scout: A One Act Play” at the Buzz House on Friday night. The play, written by one of this paper’s most popular “Ask the Diver” contributors, Dan Groth, is about two old friends who bump into each another after several years. Both just happen to be wearing their old Boy Scout outfits, and from there, one assumes, hilarity ensues.

The show happens around 8:30 pm, but there is a multimedia found-art show starting at 7 p.m. Hands down this wins the quirky show award for the month.

You may not know it yet but the big deal this week happens on Sunday, the 3rd, at Trimble Hot Springs. Yours truly will be there celebrating his birthday, and for a few hours, we will transform that hot pool in back into Heffner’s Grotto. That is, if you consider a chubby dude in his mid-30s wearing an American Flag Speedo Hef’s Grotto. That’s right, like a great portion of beach going America, I’m proud to show my love for my country by wearing its flag climbing up my crack.

Really though, and by coincidence, the Lawn Chair Kings will perform at the Satchmo Stage starting at 1 p.m., and even though I may decide to leave said Speedo home, it should be a great day in the sun with lots of fun people around. I’ll be the one with a 2-year-old.

Last Week’s Sign: One of the first people I met when I moved to Durango was a guy named Steve Poleski. I was in town four days and had just begun a volunteer shift at KDUR. He and I talked in the KDUR hallway for quite a while that day before he suddenly remembered something and split. Ever since then, Steve had this uncanny ability to pick up wherever our last conversation had let off. We never became really close, but every time we saw one another our conversations were genuine, and he always remembered my daughter’s name and guessed her age within a month.

That’s something some of my best friends can’t do.

Durango lost an icon and an incredibly sincere, down-to-earth guy in Tye-Dyed Steve, and he is missed by more people than he would have ever guessed.





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