Loveland,
Colorado, is a city just south of Fort Collins by about fifteen minutes, west of Greeley by twenty, North of Denver by forty five, and East of Estes by an hour.
It's a quiet town with a relatively low crime rate and a population of roughly 67,000, the population being a majority of white folks, the rest being Hispanics and the occasional color added by the very rare African American.
The high schools are as follows:
Loveland High: The snooty, self-centered rich
kids with a rocking football team.
Mountain View High: The school for the drug-addled otakus, but with a seriously rocking Academic record.
Thompson Valley High: Pot-smoking white
kids who wish they were black and can't play football, but with the
best arts program in town.
Harold Ferguson High: This is where the rejects, druggies, morons, losers,
pregnant teenagers, failures and other detritus of school congregate. Not much to say here.
The town has a good education system set up, the roads are nice and fairly well kept, the traffic decent, the
people generally friendly. Also, many
people send their Valentine'
s their for remailing, and it is the only city with a major metropolitan high way going through the middle of a cemetery.
There is a nice library and Rec. Center, and a rich downtown with lots of
history. A place you'd stay to raise
kids, but you move out of if you are older than 18.
By Contrast, there is a Loveland Ski resort with fabulous skiing and friendly workers.
Tom: I was thinking about sending out my Valentine.
Dick: Send it to Loveland first, they have these neat stamps they put on them before mailing them to your Valentine.
Harry: I want to go skiing.
Dick: Er...that was
random. But you could go to the Loveland Ski resort.
Tom: What are you, a frickin' Brittanica of
local knowledge?
