Good-bye Colorado!

We watched Pikes Peak disappear in our rear-view mirror yesterday as we headed out to Dallas. Just drying my tears after saying all the good-byes (except, of course, for Sandy who would NOT let me cry - she is such a pain in my ass) and wondering what my good buddies are doing skiing this weekend without me!!

Made it to Dallas today to spend a couple days with my friend Wendy from Baltimore. We both lived in 100 year old row houses on Pratt St. in downtown Baltimore. Those of you who were fans of 'Homicide: Life on the Street' would recognize that street because of all the murders depicted there. While in Bal'mer we lived next to an old man who housed prostitutes; sometimes the Johns would knock on our door by mistake. Thankfully they scattered when the man passed away. And one Spring, a week before Mother's Day someone stole the flower from my beer barrel planter (everyone in Baltimore has a beer barrel planter in front of their house). I was told that this typically happens when you plant flowers before Mother's Day. They get stolen by derelicts to give to their Mothers. (!) This was the Baltimore we knew and loved. The bar-on-every-corner, drunks littering the street every weekend night, goin' down the ocean kind of place. Right, hon?

Anyway, we're reminicing. Life before kids was fun.

Next stop: Stuttgart.