Denver

Yes, we’re off to Denver to see our son David and his partner Clint. Ah, Rocky Mountain High. Now that marijuana is legal in Colorado, it gives that song a whole new meaning, doesn’t it. Our flight was early in the morning and we were going to be in rush hour traffic, so Paul decided we’re going to use the new TxExpress and see how this goes. Actually it was a breeze. We got to the airport in less than an hour. Not bad! While checking our bag we hear this kid screaming at the top of his lungs! Oh, please don’t let him be on our flight! Please don’t let him be in our flight! Crap! He’s on our flight. Well, with this lovely development , Paul and Holly head for the closest bar and Bloody Mary up. I’ve got my earplugs but Paul is on his own. Now, we’re feeling better, mellow……yeah, we can handle this. As we wait we find out our flight is delayed  about 30 minutes. Great! I can get at least 2 more Bloody Mary’s in me. Now at this time I hear over the PA system that there will be a prayer service in the chapel at our gate. What? Is there something I should know? This isn’t going to be one of those trips is it???