It’s springtime in Denver. What a wonderful time for planting and raking and growing all those wonderful things in our gardens that give us a reason to get up in the morning and make living here a really special place to be.
It’s also the season for another kind of growing. The kind that we commuters hate and front end alignment shops universally love! My car is old, but I’m familiar with all it’s little moans and groans and it’s perfect for hauling my music gear so we’re kind of welded at the hip as they say! My car is also a pothole magnet and will go miles out of it’s way to drop a front wheel in a big deep one just for the joy of listening to me fuss and cuss about Colorado road conditions in the spring!
I come from a long line of Canadian cussing champions. My Dad was in a class all by himself and when a special occasion would come along, he was a miracle to behold! People for miles around knew when Fred was on his game and if Ripley had ever come by our house when Dad was at his peak, he probably would have built a statue to him right there on the spot! By the time I was about seven, I already had a PHD in Canadian cuss words which I use liberally today on the potholes that line the highways and byways every springtime in good old Denver Colorado!
The other day, I was invited by Dianna Ryel to come up to Balfour Retirement in Louisville to entertain the residents.Just in case you’re unfamiliar with the local geography, I’ve inserted a map that shows you roughly where it sits. It’s actually close by the Boulder Turnpike which is currently under reconstruction. This is also the normal route you take to get to Louisville, and the current uncrowned pothole capitol of the world!
Please don’t get me wrong. I know the highway department isn’t letting these potholes sit there tearing up my front end alignment because they like to hear me bitching about it! I also know the highway department isn’t spending millions of dollars every spring fixing and filling those potholes just because they don’t have anything else to do! They’re busy people just like all the rest of us but our streets and highways have seen better days with all the wear and tear over the years and the money simply isn’t there to totally rip the old ones out and put new ones in. Boy, it would be nice if they could huh?
When I finally got set up and started to entertain at Balfour Care, I realized that they are blessed with an especially fine crop of singers and one little ladies man with a Don Juan complex who is absolutely sure he is God’s gift to the retired ladies at Balfour, but that’s another story! After we finished one song (and did a really nice job of it!) I suggested that we shut this place down, go buy ourselves a used school bus, load it up with band gear and head up to Helena Montana to play us a Bar-B-Que!
The ladies didn’t feel that sounded like much of a plan, and I got the feeling that they thought I had as many potholes in my brain as they had out on the Boulder Turnpike! My Don Juan buddy is another story! He was all over that idea like hair on a dog and it didn’t take long for me to realize that sometimes, I need to just shut up and sing like I’m supposed to!
So, if you happen to be headed north on I-25 some day soon, and see two old guys by the side of the road with their thumbs out, one in a wheel chair with a sign that says “Helena Montana or Bust!” and the other one holding a guitar, how about giving us a lift? We’re harmless, and if you don’t hit too many potholes, maybe we’ll sing you a little song!
As usual, send me your comments and critiques. I’ll be sure to read them all and if I can use them I certainly will!
Have a great week everybody!
Posted by All Around Seniors at 4/2/2014 3:50 AM