Morgan Smith

SMITH: IN THE COMPANY OF TWO GREAT WORLD LEADERS

My memorable evening with Maggie & Ron

Contributing Columnist

“Let’s go talk to Margaret Thatcher,” my brother-in-law, Phelps Anderson said. He was the Republican National Committeeman for New Mexico and we were at the annual Atlantic Richfield (ARCO) dinner in London where both Margaret Thatcher and Ronald Reagan were to be the speakers. His father, Robert O. Anderson was the Chairman of ARCO; thus our invitation. It was the early ‘90s, both Reagan and Thatcher were out of office and, therefore, free to talk openly.

SMITH: LITTLE THINGS SOMETIMES MEAN A LOT

Hillary has earned my support in 2016

Contributing Columnist

I was thrilled when Barack Obama defeated Hillary Clinton in the 2008 primary and, like many, skeptical about her promise to campaign for him. That all changed in Española, New Mexico on August 17, 2008.

SMITH: THE VIEW FROM SPAIN

Our presidential election elicits impassioned responses from citizens abroad

Contributing Columnist

“Unemployment brings misery,” says José Luis Galván. He’s a fisherman and we’re at the edge of the Guadalquivir River near the town of Sanlúcar de Barrameda in southern Spain. Columbus sailed from here on his third voyage and in 1519 Magellan left Sanlúcar to circle the globe. Now it’s a small town known for seafood and wines.

SMITH: COLORADANS SHOULD PASS AMENDMENT 64

As long as there’s a market here in the U.S., the drug war cannot be won

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What do Hector and Yeira Beltrán, Enrique and Bethsaida Cisneros, and Iván and Claudia Vasquez have in common?

They are victims of our drug war. They live on the Mexican side of the U.S. border in the pathway of the billions of dollars in drugs that come northward to meet the demand in this country. In all the debates about legalization — marijuana and Amendment 64 in Colorado — their story is the one you never hear, the story of those who have to survive in countries that we have destabilized by our desire for drugs.

SMITH: REMEMBERING OUR PAST

Allen Dines hasn’t slowed down a bit

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Allen Dines
Colorado House of Representatives 1956-1966
Colorado Senate 1966-1974

SMITH: AN ADAMS COUNTY ANGEL HAS PASSED AWAY

Jean Marks was a wonderful public servant

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Jean and Floyd Marks. What an odd couple! Yet they were both such good friends and so pivotal to the very special years that Julie and I spent in Adams County.

SMITH: KEEP ME IN YOUR HEART — JOHHNY TAPIA

Boxing is like politics — a form of warfare

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“Keep me in your heart,” the man with the battered face said as he hugged me. It was March 6, 2004 and Julie and I were having breakfast in a Mexican restaurant in Las Vegas, New Mexico while en route to Denver. Johnny Tapia had lost a boxing match the night before and was having breakfast with his entourage, preparing to return to Albuquerque. Nervously, I’d asked if I could take his picture. The courtesy with which he treated me was something I will never forget.

SMITH: COMBATTING THE CARTELS REMAINS CRUCIAL

Our drug habit is killing Central America

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“He’s a born again revolutionary,” Carlos, a prominent Nicaraguan businessman says of his country’s President, Daniel Ortega.

SMITH: IN MEMORY OF A TRUE GENTLEMAN

We had a friend in Ted Strickland

GUEST COLUMNIST

When my first legislative session began in 1973, Ted Strickland was the senior member of our Adams County delegation as well as the only Republican. My House District overlapped with his Senate one and we quickly got to know each other. The link initially was Jean Dubofsky who then represented Colorado Rural Legal Services and subsequently became a Justice on the Colorado Supreme Court. Jean brought a number of legislative issues to our attention including a bill of rights for mobile home tenants and changes to the law regarding civil commitments.

SMITH: FOND REMEMBRANCES OF A GREAT MAN

Straight talker Medill Barnes dies

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"Morgan, I have some bad news.” It was former District Judge Susie Barnes on the phone. I knew immediately what she was going to say. Her husband, Medill Barnes, my friend of some 60 years had died.