Saturday, September 17, 2005

Mile High

Work brings me to Denver this evening. I find myself on the eleventh floor of a downtown hotel, having just returned from a night on the town. Crowds gathered, waiting to get into area restaurants. Musicians playing their instruments on sidewalks for cash. Horses and buggies clip-clopping up and down the downtown Mall area. Great food. Beer. Wonderful weather. Snow-capped peaks of the Rockies shrouded in darkness off to the west. Vagrants.

A memorable night.