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| The Old Denver Station |
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| Where I landed in Denver Temporary Depot 1800 21st street Denver, Colorado 80202 |
An old college friend, Algernon Carruthers (nom de voyage), was kind enough to meet me at the alternate depot because the Union Station was being renovated. I lived here while in the Air Force between 1982 and 1984, and it seems the whole city is in a perpetual state of renovation. All the land marks I had known: Century 21, Stapelton Airport, Mile High Stadium, even Lowry Air Force Base where I was stationed, were all gone. All the people I knew then, had died or moved on (with a few possible exceptions).
I had known AC since 1990 and listened with familiar interest about the many changes over the years. "Fucking Californians are ruining the place; they drive like idiots, and behave like assholes. They run from the hell of L.A. and all they want to do when they get here is turn everything the see into a cheap knock off of Hollywood."
"Ya, they're like a bad girlfriend. While you're dating it's all 'I love you just the way you are.' Then when they move in it's 'you need a make-over, baby. We'll just start from scratch.' "
AC barely winced at my remark having grown accustomed to my conversational curve balls over the years.
"Look at this house!" he continued as we drove "It looks like a French Bordello, costs as much as the space shuttle and sticks out like a turd in punchbowl. Worse yet, it's driving up the property taxes and driving out people who've worked a lifetime building this neighborhood. And when I said worked I don't mean as Consultants or Life Coaches."
"Look at this house!" he continued as we drove "It looks like a French Bordello, costs as much as the space shuttle and sticks out like a turd in punchbowl. Worse yet, it's driving up the property taxes and driving out people who've worked a lifetime building this neighborhood. And when I said worked I don't mean as Consultants or Life Coaches."
As we turned the corner I saw a sign for 'Power Core Yoga.'
"Pretentious asses turned yoga into a competitive sport! What's next? 'Extreme Crapping Boutiques?"
"They have them, they're called 'Cleanses, Detox or 'Hydration Enemas' and you can get it in flavors like coffee or citrus."
"You're kidding! People pay for that!"
"You're kidding! People pay for that!"
"Well, the people that belong to enema clubs probably get a better rate." The look on his face was a combination of horror, disgust and disbelief.
"You're shitting me. I'm calling bullshit on that"
"Google it."
"I wouldn't even know where to look."
"You know YELP?"
"The restaurant review site?"
....And sure enough
"We're doomed!"
"The restaurant review site?"
....And sure enough
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"We're doomed!"
Part 2: 22:00 Berkeley Inn, 3834 Tennyson St., Denver, Co. 80212.
Nothing beats drinking beer with an old friend like AC! We drank, played old songs on the juke box, drank, played pool, drank, scared the natives enough to laugh ourselves silly, and called a friend to drive ourselves home at closing time. It doesn't get any better than this.
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| All other pictures were tragically erased by accident the following morning (Thank God!) |
