On Wednesday evening, July 22, I attended a concert in Aspen. Around 11:30 p.m., I took the bus toward Snowmass and got off at the Brush Creek Intercept Lot, something I have done safely for years. But that night was different. A man in one of the bus shelters was yelling, banging things around and behaving erratically. I moved into the other shelter, where a woman was sitting alone. We were both clearly uncomfortable — to the point of being fri…