Dodging tumbleweeds in the Pitstop of the Prairie, while wandering a little to the left.
If you squint you can see Pike's Peak.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Anything happen while I was gone to the land of lakes, cherries, monster ice cream cones and funny town names. (Shebogan!)? Oh, and Bob’s Big Boy (ugh – every thirty years is enough). Before we catch up on the U.S. credit rating, I give you: