Denver

Job called me while I was at Education Week and wanted me to fly to Denver to see him for the weekend, he was there for a conference, and then we wold fly home together on Sunday. So I did. I had never been to Denver . . . and it was alright. It was the weekend before the Democratic Convention, so there were police everywhere, porta-potties, and camera men. As well as all of that, hotel rooms skyrocketed tremendously. There were people smoking everywhere. We did not have a car, so we walked the little trolley streets and went to Bubba Gump Shrimp for lunch. They even had people playing music on the street corners, even a flutist. It sure was pretty with all the buildings. It was worth going just to see my wonderful husband.