Daniel Pawlowsk (the funniest guy he knows)

If it wasn't for laughter I'd be curled up in a fetal position and talking to squirrels or if in Colorado, marmots or prairie dogs depending on altitude.

Elon Musk wants to be Trumps efficiency expert. That’s scary. I can foresee quite a few scenarios inspired by his takeover of another entity he didn’t start, Twitter (Yes I still call it that) and they involved seemingly random staff cuts. He would discover he needed some of them and had to try to get them back. That example doesn’t leave me with a warm fuzzy feeling . Remember Self driving cars…

Frank clambered out of the “dumpster” to find that the terminating point was an old concrete box that used to shield a long removed drainage pump. Looking around he found himself adjacent to the underpass tunnel containing the mysterious mural. The shadow was no longer with him but a check on the tunnel with his light app revealed the shadow was safely ensconced in his position on the wall. He…

Frank Bronski had just spotted a shadow flitting in front of the decorated cars of the Boulder Holiday Parade of lights. No one else noticed it so when he went chasing after it, dodging in and out among the parade vehicles, people were a little disconcerted. “Hey you boob what are you doing” and “Get back on the side walk or put some pretty lights on yourself” were among the more PG-13…

Is there a shadow among the holiday parade of lights?

Frank sat at his desk pondering the Theory of Diminishing Joy An excellent band name and I’ll accept credit and renumeration.. [\efn_note]. By “his desk” he meant the one he found in his newly acquired office. Its current state was “acquired” by dictionary terms, if the dictionary involved doesn’t mention anything about real estate agents or paperwork. He was at downtown Boulder’s newest vacant…

Frank was wrapping up his first case when he discovered a clue for his next.

Frank Bronski had just met with Trustafarian Thad. Yes, he needed a better moniker but inspiration is fleeting. In Boulder it ebbed and flowed like ripples in time. That stanza was getting stuck in his brain but it was a handy explanation for everything Boulder. The trustafarians name was actually Thad. His dad was a rich industrialist and Thad was just waiting till he was old enough to take over…

The Shadow Guy Origin

The Shadow guy had repeated the same explanation for the doppelgänger phenomenon and other unexplained events that were unique to Bolder. He told Frank “Time flows like a river. Sometimes water forms eddies and pools around transient objects and allow for something wonderful to be exposed or to join the river itself.” Which really told him nothing and he might as well have recited the standard…

Misty Water Color Memories

The sounds of Pat Metheny’s “Cross the Heartland” dance from my ears to my brain and carry it away to the 1980’s of my early adulthood. Images of wheat fields, bad 70’s hairstyles still clinging for relevancy and the fading remnants of bittersweet memories leap from one brain cell to the next. A few images stick for a while. My father and his 70’s “stache” and my mother and her late 70’s perm. I…

Who is this Shadow Guy?

Everything remained dark and judging from the thunk of his landing and the surrounding aroma he’d be willing to bet he was back in a dumpster. Somehow the familiarity gave him comfort. What is it with dumpsters and this guy. “Hello Shadow Guy?” he whispered. Nothing, not a sound. “Hmm, well I guess he assumed I’d be ok. I am a hard boiled detective after all,” he thought trying to convince…

Frank Bronski is laying low.

. Frank Bronski lay on his bed staring at possible water stains on the ceiling in a no tell motel on the edge of town. He actually couldn’t see the ceiling because he was lying in the dark but there were always water stains on the ceiling in these places. Frank had always used the term “no tell motel” because that was just the hard boiled thing to do. Actually the hard boiled term would be…

Franks First Case Takes him down a dumpster hole

Boulder Noir: Episode #? Dumpster Diving for The Alternate Boulder Frank was a few blocks away from his office hiding behind a dumpster and puffing hard.” I’ve got to get in better shape,” he thought. He had hit the ground, or to be specific the fire escape, as soon as he exited the window of his third floor office and had made it several blocks before he needed oxygen. Over the din of his…

Things were getting dicey. Frank was going to have to cheese it.

Frank was just wrapping up a successful sting operation. Technically there still was one more target to show up but he was pretty sure he had the right Steve Simpson. He was playing Steve Simpson Roulette and there was still one left in the chamber so he had to sure. The roulette analogy didn’t quite work but it sounded cool. The first guy who showed up was Jon S. Doe. Jon arrived bright and…

Frank Bronski was in his borrowed office at his borrowed desk,thinking. Frank was not what he would call a wise head, what most people today would call smart but he had his moments. He just had a brain storm, which in Franks case was usually the sign of a brain cell dying and giving up its last thoughts. Yes plural, we’ll give Frank the benefit of the doubt. Frank would credit the Scotch but the…

Boulder:Quirky but lovable

Long after Allen Ginsburg, Timothy Leary and Mork left their mark on Boulder Colorado, it continues to be shall we say a little quirky . It’s not as obvious as it once was but if one were to slow down and pay attention, signs of quirkiness will reveal themselves. “I sat at the leftover desk in my “abandoned” office pondering my discussion with the entity I call the shadow. I tried not to stare…

Frank now felt he was officially a PI since someone had whispered "Psst" from out of the shadows.

Walking back to his car Frank heard someone utter. “Psst Buddy” out of the shadows. Wow, his first case and his first “Psst” from the shadows all in the same week. Things were really shaping up. Frank walked towards the shadow to investigate but he became a bit disoriented. It was 6 pm and the Sun was shining directly on the bare front of a building. There should not have been any shadow to hide…