The game has changed. I’m curious as to who is going to keep playing. The West — and not just its ski towns — has been transformed into yet another playground for the rich.
I used to be a ski bum. For a time, I worked to live, earning just enough to cover the essentials: food, shelter and occasionally
On schoolyard blacktops and makeshift football fields with sidelines ill-defined, little boys dream of glory. They juke and scramble, pass and punt, all the while