I never wanted to live in the city, the mountains were my dream… And I did want to travel around the country and see new places but with no money and no real plan, the Air Force seemed to be a reasonable solution. Unfortunately that choice took me directly to the big city where I learned how to program computers. That of course landed me in even bigger cities, the Bay Area in California and eventually Denver, the place I called home for over a quarter of a century. Through it all though, I never got used to the city, the crowds, the traffic, the long commutes and the incredible waste of time required to accomplish the most mundane tasks, like going to the store or the post office.
Finally, after four decades of surburban hell, I am out and I’m never going back. Getting settled nicely in Cripple Creek now, although my progress has been slightly interrupted by car trouble. Which is what brings me to this post… Although I haven’t had transportation for a few days, I haven’t missed any work, only a 15 minute walk. Dropped off the truck for repairs this morning and only had a five minute walk home… This is how life should be, my life anyway.