Last night we settled into bed about two hundred yards from the rail line. Ah, that wonderful feeling of deep sleep, and then it started. First a slow rumble, and then the engineer gave it full throttle. It seemed like the Earth would shake and fall apart. Eight thousand horsepower reved up and the brain coming from sleep could not figure it out. After the train rumbled by sleep came again, but two more trains fractured the night.
So we got up and buzzed to Denver. In Denver The Commander had to stop at Sam's Club for glasses. Kadizzle engaged a woman at the checkout to promote voting against Trump. The woman told Kadizzle she voted for Trump. Kadizzle asked " How could you you do that after what he said about women?". Kadizzle pointed out how Trump called Hillary a Nasty Woman. Well the Trump voter said " I a motorcycle bitch, and Trump will have to do way better than that to insult me, I voted for him". So there you have it Trump has the motorcycle bitch vote locked up.
Here we sit having great fun with Sylvie. Sylvie made Grandpa go out in the yard and do some circus tricks. Sylvie stood on Granpa's shoulders without holding on. She stood straight up. Granpa said how do you do that. Sylvia said " It isn't hard standing on a fat man". That little trouble maker. So off to Chochiti Lake we go in the morning.
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