Revelations

The Fog of War

In the spring of 1970, I was finishing up my sophomore year at Yale.  Not unlike the storms of protest that have swept through the halls of academia recently, the normal student pursuits of spring were shoved aside by a spike of anti-war protests that ground normal...
The Con is On!

The Con is On!

Earlier this year, I alerted by Dear Readers and Listeners that online advice was about to go from merely shoddy to...

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Boots Matter Most

Boots Matter Most

My central message this week is so primordial, so foundational, that it applies to every skier and every shop that...

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What Tomorrow Brings

What Tomorrow Brings

Last week I dropped by the first regional trade show to retrieve the fresh-off-the-presses 2020 catalogs for most of...

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The Great Divide

The Great Divide

For nine of the last ten days I’ve been fitting boots and selling skis in the frantic scrum known as holiday shopping....

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On Sensuality

On Sensuality

As the Pontiff of Powder, I have a sacrosanct duty to bestow spiritual enrichment upon my flock. The spirit guide I...

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