|Penny is quite the conversationalist |
and loves to be cuddled -- when she feels like it.
R&L took me to a beautiful view of the Flatirons, the rather astonishing geological phenomenon of Boulder.
It looks like I'm living in a different climate from the young'uns.
I was scheduled to FLY home on SOUTHWEST on Tuesday night. Two days before, on Sunday, the second 737 plane crashed in Ethiopia. I felt that, except for China and Indonesia, everyone seemed to have a rather cavalier attitude toward the event: "Now, let's not get all excited. Let's take time to figure out exactly what happened before we do anything rash like ground the planes." I rarely find myself on the same side of an issue as China and Indonesia, but there it was.
I phoned Southwest, discovered I would be returning home on the suspect 737, cancelled my ticket, and bought a ticket on Amtrak. Admittedly, it cost four times as much because I was getting a roomette to sleep in, and would take 35 hours instead of 2 1/2. But I felt I was worth it.
Little did I know I was going on one of the great train trips of the world --and I was going to make a new friend!
I was worried about being bored out of my mind, so on Monday I went to Red Letter Books, a great used bookstore, and bought a lot of books. I think the total came to about $10. The man gave me the Theatre Arts magazines for a reduced price because I was a playwright, and he threw in BURR for free. They really know how to drive a hard bargain at used bookstores.