There’s a winter storm warning in effect for the Boulder area. Does that mean I am going to miss my son’s soccer game Saturday but get to explore Boulder a bit more, or that I get to experience first-hand what happens to an aircraft when the cheap bastards in charge of the airline don’t pay to de-ice the wings? Personally I’d rather miss the game and explore Boulder.

It’s been sixteen or so years since I was last in Colorado. This is my fist time in Boulder. Last time through was the summer I got out to the Army (thankyouthankyouthankyou defective thyroid!). Erik and I drove back from New York together and spent a day or two in Denver. I really liked the city: Great museum, cool downtown walking district, generally nice and clean. This time through was not so enjoyable. Dark and stinky. Nothing like flatulent cattle and an inversion layer . . .

Boulder seems nice, but I have yet to see the same great pedestrian city I saw in Denver. Still, I haven’t explored Pearl Street yet. So far it’s been Lots of Starbuck’s, Targets, and mini-malls. There are some nice restaurants as well. Sixteen years ago, I’d probably have appreciated the plethora of bars and microbereweries a bit more. Now it just makes me feel old.

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