Checked out mayoral candidate Steve Bach’s TV commercial this morning.
Cannily, the commercial was shot in the Garden of the Gods and, it appears, in Red Rocks Open Space.
Looking every inch the hale and hearty outdoorsman, Bach eyes the camera earnestly, promises to make the hard decisions (c’mon, Steve, what about the easy ones?), and asks for your vote. Innocuous, predictable, and positive, it’s a nice introductory piece that features fleeting images of the little Stevie playing soldier, adult Steve when stationed at Fort Carson, and civilian Steve raising his children.
It’s a nice piece of work, and all the nicer because Bach appropriates what should be Richard Skorman’s signature issue: open space. Skorman led the effort to pass TOPS, which enabled the city to acquire Red Rocks and a dozen more significant parcels. His commercials will, no doubt, highlight his successful efforts to preserve and protect our natural heritage, but Bach has subtly upstaged him.
Fair enough, the Garden of the Gods and Red Rocks belong to all of us, and I’m sure Bach appreciates them as much as anyone else.
Meanwhile, spent some time Sunday morning perusing both the Indy and the Gazette.
The Gazette’s primary Sunday advertisers: foreclosure notices, which accounted for all but a sliver of the classified section, and paid obituaries, placed next to the editorial pages. The editorial page, never lighthearted, seemed particularly sour and misanthropic — but maybe the obits and foreclosure notices colored my mood.
By contrast, the Indy was merry, even Falstaffian. Medical marijuana! Bars! Bands! Restaurants! Concerts! Beer! Tosches at Cirque de Soleil! Mildly cranky at times, but radiating a certain joyous optimism about our city and ourselves.
Conclusion: if you’re fond of reading about death, financial distress, and the impending demise of our great Republic, read the daily. For everything else, you know where to go.