The Limelite (yes, I refuse to give up the old spelling) building is such a disaster that I can’t see how we could even think of building something as monstrous again (i.e. the Bidwell building), before it is even finished. What happened to the earlier principles of design for this quaint mountain town?
As you look around at what is transpiring, you must ask yourself who would want to live where the beautiful mountain views are becoming so obstructed, the urban sprawl would make any large metropolitan area proud, and the streets and sidewalks are so shaded that the snow and ice won’t melt ’til May (without even thinking of the dangers this presents).
The answer is obvious: Only those whose only purpose being here is to view their investment, their piece of the Aspen pie. And who would want to sell out paradise to these people? Equally obvious: The Realtors and developers, whose only interest is increasing their already unconscionable profits (the ones they use to plow back into destroying this once-paradise).
Why normally decent people would participate in such an ugly scenario is a question that still puzzles me. I must be awfully naïve. The boomers grew up listening to songs about paving paradise and putting up parking lots, but they have sold out on every occasion.
Our hearts are as hard and cold as steel. Where once there were trees, lilac bushes, well-manicured yards with flowers, birds singing, various forms of wildlife sharing the bounty with the human residents, we now have buildings lot line to lot line, a tiny fraction of the vegetation that used to abound, draconian rules that forbid peaceful coexistence with any wildlife, (wildlife that is suffering mightily from our destruction of their habitat and food and water sources). In lieu of any other way to make more pie for the greedy, we shall now build up as high as we can and damn the views that are priceless.
When that East Coast moron came here some years ago and spoke of not needing to see the mountains to know one is in a mountain town, his stupidity should have been grounds for riding him out of town on a rail. At the very least, he should have been laughed out and over the Pass. Who knew how prescient he was?
I don’t have any more hope for our environment here than I do for the planet as a whole, but it would be nice if people were more forthcoming about their complicity in the destruction of everything we used to appreciate and hold dear.
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