Because I grew up in London, where the ghosts of Roman soldiers, Saxon traders, Renaissance poets, Victorian merchants, Cockney fishmongers, bishops and queens and kings and murdered princes whispered beneath the pavement, it took me a long time to acknowledge that there was any such thing as Colorado history -- though the state's ancient topography has always filled me with awe. My ignorance was hardly unique. I once told a sixteen-year-old English friend that my house in Boulder -- built around 1900 -- is considered old by local standards. "Oh," she said... More >>>