Hostylefax: Denver and Suburbs
Friday's flights to the Rocky Mountains marked the end of what has been a pretty long week.
We published our football special issue on Thursday, which meant that between writing my five stories for the tab as well getting stuff into the daily paper, I worked close to a full week of 12-hour days. It felt like a lot, although I'm sure Queenie just read that and thought "wuss."
The long week was compounded by the announcemnt that co-worker F was leaving the paper and moving home to SoCal. His replacement has been a part-timer for us for years, but I'll wait until he does something funny in order to assign him a blog name. And I won't mention what we call him between ourselves.
Anyway, it was nice to get on the road and get back into football season. I do enjoy the sport, which makes some of the annoying things (like being away four consecutive weekends and five of the first six this fall) seem a little better. Stop one was Northern Colorado. Someone who had spent a good deal of time there in the past referred to the town I was staying in, Greeley, as Greel-tucky. I'm not quite sure that's fair (or original). My guess, from all the abstinence billboards and the fact there is a separate Faith section in the local newspaper, suggests there is possibly a right-wing and provincialist bent to the town. I wonder how that squares with the perception that the University is a pretty big party school.
On the other hand, that same local paper is perhaps the smallest I've ever seen publish a separate Spanish language edition. That's another interesting thing about Denver, the signature cuisine seems to be Mexican food. I had dinner at a place called The Armadillo, walking distance from the hotel, which had good chips and salsa but not brilliant food. Not ready to sleep, and missing my usual drinking partner, I spent the remainder of the evening drinking alone and watching football in the hotel bar. Well, not quite alone. I kept encountering team parents, some of whom I actually know from past conversations. Mostly they showed up after I had worked up a pretty good buzz, though, which was far from ideal. I think I maintained. Breakfast the next morning was at a place called "The Egg and I," which I would recommend if you're going to be in Greeley.
My flight out was Saturday night (brilliant!) rather than Sunday morning, but it meant a 90-minute layover in the Las Vegas airport. I do not recommend this to anyone. On the other hand, the plane was so empty that we actually left early and arrived back in town 20 minutes ahead of schedule.
We published our football special issue on Thursday, which meant that between writing my five stories for the tab as well getting stuff into the daily paper, I worked close to a full week of 12-hour days. It felt like a lot, although I'm sure Queenie just read that and thought "wuss."
The long week was compounded by the announcemnt that co-worker F was leaving the paper and moving home to SoCal. His replacement has been a part-timer for us for years, but I'll wait until he does something funny in order to assign him a blog name. And I won't mention what we call him between ourselves.
Anyway, it was nice to get on the road and get back into football season. I do enjoy the sport, which makes some of the annoying things (like being away four consecutive weekends and five of the first six this fall) seem a little better. Stop one was Northern Colorado. Someone who had spent a good deal of time there in the past referred to the town I was staying in, Greeley, as Greel-tucky. I'm not quite sure that's fair (or original). My guess, from all the abstinence billboards and the fact there is a separate Faith section in the local newspaper, suggests there is possibly a right-wing and provincialist bent to the town. I wonder how that squares with the perception that the University is a pretty big party school.
On the other hand, that same local paper is perhaps the smallest I've ever seen publish a separate Spanish language edition. That's another interesting thing about Denver, the signature cuisine seems to be Mexican food. I had dinner at a place called The Armadillo, walking distance from the hotel, which had good chips and salsa but not brilliant food. Not ready to sleep, and missing my usual drinking partner, I spent the remainder of the evening drinking alone and watching football in the hotel bar. Well, not quite alone. I kept encountering team parents, some of whom I actually know from past conversations. Mostly they showed up after I had worked up a pretty good buzz, though, which was far from ideal. I think I maintained. Breakfast the next morning was at a place called "The Egg and I," which I would recommend if you're going to be in Greeley.
My flight out was Saturday night (brilliant!) rather than Sunday morning, but it meant a 90-minute layover in the Las Vegas airport. I do not recommend this to anyone. On the other hand, the plane was so empty that we actually left early and arrived back in town 20 minutes ahead of schedule.
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