White on the Green hosts June and Dr. Johnny Johnson. Joanne Davidson, Special to The Denver Post
What happens when three women arrive at a posh country club gala wearing the identical gown?
If they happen to be June Johnson, Wanda Pate Jones and Barbara Johnson — who are as talented as they are lovely — they celebrate each other’s good taste by becoming a part of the entertainment at White on the Green, a dinner-dance marking the end of another successful year for the Denver chapter of The Links Inc.
While other guests enjoyed pre-dinner cocktails on the terrace overlooking Cherry Hills Country Club’s championship golf course, the three adjourned to a private room where they invoked executive privilege (event host June Johnson is a past president of the chapter) and appointed themselves the opening act for the entertainment and dance party that would round out the evening.
HACKENSACK, N. J. — The doctor got right down to business after Herbert Diamond bounded in. A single green form before her, she had some questions for the agile 88-year-old: about comas and ventilators, about feeding tubes and CPR, about intense and irreversible suffering.
“You want treatments as long as you are going to have good quality of life?” Dr.
Interior designer Heather Mourer and her family were considering a move from Denver when her young daughter saw a mountain lion across the street from the mid-century home in the suburbs they were considering.
They took the Golden, Colorado house anyway, with its view of the Rocky Mountain Front Range and just 20 minutes west of downtown Denver, moving in two years ago with their 50-pound mixed breed dog Ruby.
Note: This is one of Neil Rosenthal’s previously published columns.
Dear Neil: My boyfriend rarely calls or contacts me, rarely invites me to get together and seldom is romantic. He is preoccupied with his work, and because of that we seldom actually see each other. I want him to be my soul mate, but I’m not feeling special, valued or important to him, and I don’t know what to do about that.
Dear Amy: I have a friend, “Morgan,” who I found out has been cutting herself. Morgan has struggled with depression since she was young. She seemed to hit rock-bottom this past summer. She started cutting her arms with kitchen knives and scissors, including at my own birthday party. At first she said it had been an accident, but as I saw more and more scars develop on her arms, I knew something was wrong.
I asked her privately about this, and she told me everything.