How did I end up in Colorado? ~ 2 comments.
How did I end up in Colorado?end up in Colorado There are a couple of sure signs that I have almost nothing to write about. One of the signs is when I write an entire blog post about how I have nothing to write about. You've seen several of those. Another sign is when I have to dig up memories of my life and write about things that happened to me decades ago, and this blog post is one of those. So if you find that type of blog post boring, inane, and pointless, yet continue to read… You have no one to blame but yourself.
Some of you, although I can't imagine who, might wonder how I ended up moving from Miami, Florida, to Colorado, since those two places have absolutely nothing in common and are, in fact, the exact opposites of one another. In the past, I've discussed WHY I moved, because drug smugglers and crime were taking Miami, Florida, but this isn't about why I wanted to move; it's about how I decided to move to Colorado as opposed to some other state with less crime, which could've been any other state since Miami, Florida was the murder capital of the entire country In the early 1980s.
Picture this, it's Summer in Miami, it's 97° and 99% humidity. Two people are sitting in a government pickup truck parked outside the BX at Homestead Air Force Base, me and Pete, my boss and best friend, and yes, that's the same Pete that one of my Colorado properties is named after. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, shirtless, thanks to the 97° and 99% humidity, reading a gun magazine I just bought from the BX.
On the back page of the magazine, there was a full-page advertisement, and I believe it was for a Remington rifle. The picture showed a man standing in front of a log cabin with scattered snow on the ground, and snow-covered mountains in the background. And to a man baking in a hot pickup truck, with no air conditioning, sweating like a hog, that looked like the most beautiful place I had ever seen in my entire life.
This story is not yet complete, although we all wish it were, but it's getting too long. In fact, it was too long by the second paragraph. But that won't stop me from subjecting you to more of the story tomorrow.... So if you tune in, as I said before, you have only yourself to blame.
Theboondork
Desert Sunset .
A cloudy day in the desert.
Generally, early mornings are the best time to be in the desert.