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A Newcomer's View . . .
Denver native enchanted with Pueblo West

Whether you were born in Pueblo, or you moved here just last week, you are familiar with the reaction.

It's a raised eyebrow and a quizzical stare, with an unconcealable look of, "Have you gone crazy?"

It's the reflex that comes with your announcement that you are moving to Pueblo, or in my specific case, to Pueblo West.

In Denver, they don't know there's a difference, just as in New York City they don't know there's a difference between Denver and Evergreen - or between Denver and Fargo.

It's all the same to the uneducated.

Of course, the differences between Pueblo and Pueblo West aren't all that important - an observation that I'll expand upon in later articles. For today's purposes, there is no difference.

I've been familiar with Pueblo County for most of my life. My father lived here as a child, and an aunt and uncle, whom my family visited often, lived on Abriendo Avenue during my childhood.

As a reporter in Denver, I covered political scandals in Pueblo, and prison riots in nearby Canon City, and I supervised an investigation of corruption in Trinidad government.

I bought a prize hog at the Colorado State Fair one year, I've tossed down a few beers at Gus's Place, and I've skiied on Lake Pueblo and golfed on the tracks of Desert Hawk and Walking Stick.

And I've heard all the "Pewtown" insults and jokes for 50 years.

Slowly, gradually, I'd come to appreciate the place.

And so last spring, when Susan and I began looking for a place to begin our (first) retirement, and after we had considered Steamboat Sorings, and Glenwood Springs and Durango and Georgetown and Pagosa Springs, I suggested that we take a look at Pueblo West.

The eyebrow went up a notch. The quizical look emerged. The expression of "Have you gone crazy?" peered out from its hiding place.

Just take a look, I pleaded. Keep an open mind, I implored.

And so we traveled south for a weekend, to look at the place that was to win my wife's heart in only a few hours.

She liked the southwestern feel, the small-town attitude, the big open sky, the sense of history, the quail and cottontails scurrying across the streets.

And it didn't take long for both of us, veterans of the turbo-charged Denver economy, to become enchanted with the cost of living here.

Three weeks later we had selected a site for our new home and signed an agreement to have it built. Five months after that we changed our address from Denver to Pueblo West and became proud, new residents of a wonderful place.

As a lifelong Coloradan, this is what I've been wanting.


(Editor's Note: Chuck Green, a 35-year veteran of Colorado journalism and former editor-in-chief of The Denver Post - and a popular columnist for that newspaper - recently moved with his wife, Susan, to Pueblo West. This is the first of a series of four columns in which he will share with readers his reasons for moving to our community, and his delight with his new life here.)