Hello Grass, Goodbye Balloon Classic

Quiet Saturday. A little work, a little play. The grass is coming on now, and looks like it might be able to shed its burlap overcoat by the end of next week. Sooner, even. After a summer of mud and dirt, it’s going to be nice to crack a beer on a hot afternoon and stare out at a lawn again.

Balloon Classic is moving to Pueblo, owing to local politics and hard feelings. Tomorrow’s our last chance to see it. Guess we’ll have to roll out of bed at some obscene hour and bid it a fond farewell. It was one of the first events I attended when I moved here thirty years ago, and I’ll be sorry to see it go.