Pueblo Historical Society

Last night I attended the Pueblo Historical Society dinner at the beautiful Pueblo Union Depot, and I left feeling incredibly grateful.

Grateful for the people who fight to preserve these places.

Grateful for the historians, volunteers, board members, storytellers, and community advocates who understand that old buildings are more than brick and wood — they are containers for memory.

Walking through the Depot, looking at the craftsmanship, the tile floors, the woodwork, the old lighting, it was impossible not to imagine the thousands of lives that once passed through those halls.

Pueblo Union Depot

Soldiers leaving home. Families arriving. Workers chasing opportunity. Reunions. Goodbyes. Entire chapters of Pueblo history moving through one building.

Whether you believe in ghosts or not, historic places remember us in quieter ways.

And preserving those places matters.

I’m honored to now serve as a board member with the Pueblo Historical Society and look forward to helping share the stories that make this community so unique.

One of my favorite moments of the evening was stumbling across a 130-year-old football arcade game and an early Ford tucked quietly into the Depot hallway.

Small reminders that history is not frozen in textbooks. It was once noisy, playful, innovative, and deeply human.

That’s what preservation really protects — not just buildings, but the feeling of the people who once moved through them.

Real Places. Strange Stories.