A few years ago, I started to notice clumps of scruffy-looking young men loitering around the parking lot of my favorite snowboarding hill, Loveland. Their arrival was in synch with my departure: My weekend strategy had been to arrive early and then leave after four good hours, hoping to beat the I-70 afternoon slog. As I walked to my car just after lunch, these guys would look around furtively, then approach like drug dealers,... More >>>