It was and I got to meet up with Bill and Margo from TB. We had a great time eating at a place called BD Mongolian BBQ. I have a review posted which is attached to this blog. We had a good time eating, laughing, talking politics, eating, sharing stories, eating and eating. Who can resist and all you can eat place with good food. The place was pretty full so we had to wait a few minutes to get our food on the grill. While waiting, we would share some conversations and watched the cooks perform their magic. The cooks were having a little too much fun throwing the bowls around. I saw one bowl get chipped when it hit the ground so I cover one eye and went into this ‘I am hurt’ routine. The guy didn’t know what hit him, I felt bad going on about this and then told him it was a joke, he finally got it and then went back to cooking. It was a little clean fun. Beware; I like to play jokes on people. We did all laugh about it and ate a good meal.
After eating, we all took a walk down the 16th street mall. It was raining a bit, but we endured and we were rewarded with the rain stopping and some pretty nice temperatures. I was a bit, well more than a bit exhausted so we departed after enjoying a pleasant evening with each other. As I made my way back to the hotel, there was a fatal crash at the off ramp. Later to hear on the news that 3 young people lost their lives to speed and alcohol.A prayer goes out to all the families affected by this tragedy.
We all got up pretty early today. Tom did his early morning running routine, and I just did my early morning running of my mouth. Good conversation that neither one wanted to end, but we had to hit the road to work and to Colorado. I got out and started my journey around and had no trouble getting out of town. The dive was nice, not too hot, mostly overcast which added a little relief from the suns rays of heat. I stopped along the way in Raton to see if I could get on line with the hot spots around town. I was able to and quickly found myself wanting to check this site. I knew I might be there for hours, so I choose to check my bank account balance to make sure I would have funds to complete the journey or at least have my mortgage paid while I was away. Enough for both with some left over.
Most of my drive between Amarillo and Raton, I was behind a truck that had this dog that was barking at cars they passed. At first I didn’t really pay attention to the dog, but after a few minutes I noticed that when cars went by, be barked once at them, but let a big rig go by and it was three barks and you’re out. I thought it was just a fluke, but when no vehicles were around, he would stick his little head in the window, but as soon as another would approach, he was up barking. This was the nearly hour entertainment I had before that had to turn off towards another town. I am beginning to notice, about this time, the price of gas is beginning to rise just as much as the elevation. Oh well, I still like to drive, so a few pennies, and in some cases, quarters, won’t slow me down.
16th street mall
Well I continued my drive to I-25 and got on the north bound direction towards Denver. Just a few more hours and I can rest my weary soul. I had a feeling g I was in a better place when I saw the sings that read, “75” yes, 75 miles an hour. I was in heaven. I was still a little intimidated to drive that speed because most roads are anywhere from 60-70. I passed a cop at 76 and not even a blink. I loved this. Many of you are say, 75, that is just what I do around town. I know, but this is fun for us slow folks over here who worry about being pulled over.
Now, I am in Denver and I am beginning to have this flood of memories come over me.
Union Station in LoDo
Some good, and some not so good; but memories that I will cherish. I felt like I had to go and see the old house I lived in, it was there, but had a for sale sign in the window. I went to see the old College I taught at, TeikyoLorretoHeightsUniversity, still there, not like it used to be but still there and then finally, I went to visit one of my old shops I owned. The business was gone, but my neighbors, the dry cleaners, were still there and greeted me with a smile. I asked what ever happened to my store after I sold it. They told me that Joyce had moved it to another location. It was a sweet reminder that things had changed, and that I had really changed. The entire area had changed, Lowe’s, Home Depot, shopping, man you name it, change.