Some years ago, while living in Boulder, Colorado, I took my parents out for dinner in a former mining town called Gold Hill. After a harrowing car ride up a steep, twisting, barely illuminated mountain road, we arrived at the tiny community. There was no restaurant in sight, but an unmarked barn with lots of cars parked around it drew our attention. Sure enough, inside was a huge dining room packed with more people than, I suspect, populated Gold Hill. With equal parts disbelief and admiration, my father declared, "This place must have... More >>>