When we let our hearts sag and
succumb to the forces of depression and disease, we find ourselves to be achy,
ornery, and out of sorts. Our joints stiffen and stop, our arteries
harden, and the very juice of life dries up. And so it is when we let the
hearts of our city dry up and die. Parks full of trash attract flies and
felons, and unattended, dark, and dismal public spaces draw their own desperate
audience. We have witnessed this in the past in Acacia Park. When
my children were little, I would never have considered taking them there, where
huffing paint and dealing drugs were the main recreational activities. Hearing
laughter there was as unimaginable as having a picnic, dancing, squealing with
delight.
Then one day, water, music and fun
were turned on and, within minutes (I know, I was there watching, amazed)
this childless wilderness of urban waste was full of kids - laughing, squealing
with delight, picnics all around. Grumpy old men and teenagers alike were
smiling. Uncle Wilber and Weebee (his spotted character that spins above his
head) were at the center of a circle of joy and it radiated out from them
throughout the city.
I propose to you,
friends, family and community members, that we open our eyes, that we open our
hearts and hands, that we join together in protecting and maintaining the
treasures of our city. Uncle Wilber surely stands as a unique expression of our
city, it's slightly silly heart. Please join the Smokebrush Foundation in
our campaign to keep Uncle Wilber alive and kicking and spinning and spouting.
All we are asking is give Fun a chance.
Thanks to challenge grants from the
Gay & Lesbian Fund for Colorado and the Smokebrush Foundation, you have the
opportunity to DOUBLE YOUR DONATION in support of the Uncle Wilber
Fountain! Visit www.smokebrush.org
See you at the Uncle Wilber Fountain Opening Day!
Kat Tudor