For her parents sake, I hope I’ve created a monster.
This ninety-five-year-old main street theatre was once the venue for Broadway productions, silent films, and burlesques shows. It sits in the center of the village, complete with a marquee, lobby, and balcony.
I clawed my way back to the bed and finally managed to get one eye open enough to verify that I was still in my own bedroom. What is that noise? I struggled to roll over enough to see the clock. Ugh – 2:17 am. The klaxon went off again, God almighty, something was seriously wrong. Wait! I know that sound. Not again. . .
I listened as he described why he was calling.” My wife heard his name and was intrigued enough to stop and listen .
“Yea, I heard a news report about how cold it was in Denver and figured it must be at least that cold in the Springs.”
My wife’s eyebrows went up, sensing that something had to be wrong. Mark would not have called just to talk about the weather
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I don’t think you’re normal if you did not, as a child, ever want to escalate a reasonable game of tag up into a good climbing tree. Well, my buddies and I actually did it one day with Rick Van Bebber serving as our leader du jour. Rick was an audacious and charismatic kid who often came up with ideas that took us to where too-much-fun turned into downright-dangerous. Thus we often made him our leader.
Sadly, my sisters were blind to her presence. They were too busy going for blood. Both my mom and I were just about to jump in and stop the brawl when—CRASH!—my sisters “took down” the Christmas tree.
Ornaments were catapulted through the air, exploding on impact. POP! POP! POP! My sisters were sprawled in the artificial tree, its “trunk” snapped by their combined weight.