I don't like Denver

I went to Denver in Sunday to have dinner with Earl before I left on my trip to Nevada on Monday. We were going to a Chinese Buffet and the quickest way to get there was to drive I-225. It was masquerading as a parking lot on Sunday afternoon. I am really uncomfortable when that happens as I have been previously involved in two major crashes as a result of traffic on the interstate including the one which broke my neck. It was a good reminder of why I moved to Kansas. We did make it to the restaurant in one piece and enjoyed a nice dinner. After that I went to Jan’s house to unload my car which was full of things for the Coop’s Annual meeting and some bags of clothing for Goodwill. I was staying with Jan because my flight out left earlier in the morning than Earl is usually out of bed and I didn’t want to disturb him. I checked the weather reports before I left Kansas and Denver was supposed to get a “Skiff” of snow on Monday afternoon. I woke up on Monday morning at 5AM to 2 inches of the white stuff on the ground. By the time I got ready to leave the house at 6AM the snow was 3 inches deep. Obviously I misinterpreted the meaning of “skiff” and “afternoon”. Driving to the airport was a major stress maker as the electricity was out in several neighborhoods and the stop lights weren’t working. A 20 minute drive took me nearly an hour. Another reminder of why I don’t live in Denver and commute to work anymore. Saint Francis, Kansas may not have all the shopping and entertainment available in the major metropolis, but it sure is a lot better place to live than Denver.