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billeylerSince I'll have to be at the theatre on and off all weekend, I just treated myself to a Frontier Breakfast Burrito. Yum!
The stress layers are peeling away a bit. I've got all the prep done for the shows. Danny is better, albeit still with some headache. Thursday night c/w went pretty well, with several new folk. They (the whole group of 28) were loving working on Shadow dancing...those sluts!
Mentally prepping for the trip to Colorado Springs early Monday morning...since the hotel for Callerlab convention is on the far south side of the city, it's just a five hour drive and I won't have to deal with the traffic congestion that the north side of the city has. Just pop on I-25 a mile from here and pop off 5 hours later.
I have mostly fond memories of living there in Stratton Meadows from 1962-1964. I'll probably drop by my old neighborhood just up the street from the convention hotel maybe once. That was probably the most tranquil time in my family's history.
I do get one bad flashback of 1963, when I was down with my brother playing by a creek to the north of the volunteer fire station. Back then there was no industrial area around there and I-25 was a few years away. It was a quiet area with prairie fields and low hills for as far as you could see to the east. One of my brother's friends thought he was being cute and threw a pretty good sized rock at me, supposedly 'playing' but he hit me square in the temple. Major blood and pain and brief unconsciousness. The kids panicked of course and most of them ran away.
My brother ran to get my mother, but I don't really remember much of what happened. I got several stitches and was told by the doc that I was lucky...if the ragged edge of that rock had hit a 1/2 inch up and I'd probably have been dead from blood loss. Whew.
Other memories are fun, like when my brother and I had seen a bad b/w sci-fi movie about someone digging far into the earth and discovering live dinosaurs. We tried to dig a hole deep enough on the side yard with a shovel, but didn't succeed in finding anything but earthworms.
The nights my brother and I told scary stories while lying in our bunk beds trying to get to sleep.
Pretending we could fly by jumping off stacked metal milk containers with umbrellas in hand.
Building a bizarre scooter out of an old tricycle and a piece of found plywood.
Picking fresh rhubarb from the back garden and munching on it in the summertime. And fresh watermelon with salt!
Waking to find 2 feet of snow had fallen overnight and not having to go to school. For SEVERAL days.
Feeling like an idiot when I got my tongue stuck to a frozen chain link gate in front of the house. Don't ask.
Walking down to the day-old bread store to pick up Hostess cupcakes and day-old Wonder bread for a dime.
Giving Ronnie Graves, my best friend, a solid heartfelt kiss on the mouth goodbye the day before we moved to Louisiana. At age 10, barely. I should have known my preference then!
That little scenic creek that eventually fed into the South Platte River was turned into a cement drainage ditch years later . Even that has been covered over with a parking lot now (at least I think so...I couldn't find it a couple of years ago). The entire area to the east of the subdivision is small industry, hotels and freeway now.
Ah, memories.
The stress layers are peeling away a bit. I've got all the prep done for the shows. Danny is better, albeit still with some headache. Thursday night c/w went pretty well, with several new folk. They (the whole group of 28) were loving working on Shadow dancing...those sluts!
Mentally prepping for the trip to Colorado Springs early Monday morning...since the hotel for Callerlab convention is on the far south side of the city, it's just a five hour drive and I won't have to deal with the traffic congestion that the north side of the city has. Just pop on I-25 a mile from here and pop off 5 hours later.
I have mostly fond memories of living there in Stratton Meadows from 1962-1964. I'll probably drop by my old neighborhood just up the street from the convention hotel maybe once. That was probably the most tranquil time in my family's history.
I do get one bad flashback of 1963, when I was down with my brother playing by a creek to the north of the volunteer fire station. Back then there was no industrial area around there and I-25 was a few years away. It was a quiet area with prairie fields and low hills for as far as you could see to the east. One of my brother's friends thought he was being cute and threw a pretty good sized rock at me, supposedly 'playing' but he hit me square in the temple. Major blood and pain and brief unconsciousness. The kids panicked of course and most of them ran away.
My brother ran to get my mother, but I don't really remember much of what happened. I got several stitches and was told by the doc that I was lucky...if the ragged edge of that rock had hit a 1/2 inch up and I'd probably have been dead from blood loss. Whew.
Other memories are fun, like when my brother and I had seen a bad b/w sci-fi movie about someone digging far into the earth and discovering live dinosaurs. We tried to dig a hole deep enough on the side yard with a shovel, but didn't succeed in finding anything but earthworms.
The nights my brother and I told scary stories while lying in our bunk beds trying to get to sleep.
Pretending we could fly by jumping off stacked metal milk containers with umbrellas in hand.
Building a bizarre scooter out of an old tricycle and a piece of found plywood.
Picking fresh rhubarb from the back garden and munching on it in the summertime. And fresh watermelon with salt!
Waking to find 2 feet of snow had fallen overnight and not having to go to school. For SEVERAL days.
Feeling like an idiot when I got my tongue stuck to a frozen chain link gate in front of the house. Don't ask.
Walking down to the day-old bread store to pick up Hostess cupcakes and day-old Wonder bread for a dime.
Giving Ronnie Graves, my best friend, a solid heartfelt kiss on the mouth goodbye the day before we moved to Louisiana. At age 10, barely. I should have known my preference then!
That little scenic creek that eventually fed into the South Platte River was turned into a cement drainage ditch years later . Even that has been covered over with a parking lot now (at least I think so...I couldn't find it a couple of years ago). The entire area to the east of the subdivision is small industry, hotels and freeway now.
Ah, memories.
