The pilgrims have entered the Centennial State. (That’s Colorado for you non-Coloradoans.) They have at long, long, long, long last left the prairie behind.
That’s not true, of course. They’re about two hours from Denver, and about an hour and forty-five minutes of that will be prairie. But by “prairie,” what I really meant was, “the never-ending state that is Kansas.” Bless its big flat heart.
And just to make sure Top Management and I are secure in our collective opinion that it was a good idea for her not to wait until the house sold: it just started snowing all along her stretch of I-70. Worried? Me? Perish the thought.
Just wait till you've lived in California for a while. Then you can be all wussy about driving in the rain, let alone the snow. Unless you're living in Tahoe or something.
Posted by: KathyR | Tuesday, October 10, 2006 at 08:26 AM
Ah, Colorado. Arriving just in time for John Denver Day. For it was Columbus Day 1997 when the former Poet Laureate of that Great Square State left us. Still miss you, Mother Nature's Son.
Posted by: DT | Tuesday, October 10, 2006 at 05:56 PM
Ah, yes, Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr. I must admit, I had not known he was the Poet Laureate of Colorado. Krishna bless wikipedia.
Posted by: scott | Tuesday, October 10, 2006 at 06:18 PM
I said it on your wife's site too. John Denver was a genius. :(
Posted by: Jennifer | Tuesday, October 10, 2006 at 06:29 PM