A good neighbor, in Woody Creek, posed no threat, might help out around the farm, and would, in some situations, be invited to the kitchen. Many kitchen regulars were Creekers, but not all Creekers were welcome in the kitchen. The “hood” was fairly stable, not in the psychological sense by any means, but in terms of residency. The low-density zoning and the premium cost of living, even in a mobile home near the Tavern, resulted in low turnover. The valley still had the fading memory of its agricultural roots, and a few ranches and farms were still working. Some of them were of the “gentleman” genre, but the creeping castleization of trophy homes, a malignancy abounding in and around Aspen, was also invading Woody Creek. Hunter had condemned the flow of “excrement” from the “Merchant Fortress” of Aspen in the “Woody Creek Manifesto,” a one-pager that made its debut at the home of Ed Bastian (HST’s next-door neighbor) during a summer picnic. The paper was read aloud to a group of twenty by Don Johnson of Miami Vice fame, a neighbor and a regular at Owl Farm.
What do You think about The Kitchen Readings (2007)?
