Just in case you have just crawled out of a fallout shelter where you’ve been hiding since the Y2K catastrophe (which was only a catastrohe to all the people who have been hiding in fallout shelters since then), and you stumble into the Go-Fer gas station by the City Market where the Fruita Times is sold, and all you have is 50 cents in your pocket and you’re burning with curiosity as to the news of the world, let me fill you in . . .

For more of Charlie’s ponderings . . . pick up a copy of the Fruita Times!