![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Now I'm bummed. Eh, enjoy.
Note: de-hotlinked.
All content herein copyright its original holder; if you like the image, click on it to be taken to the journal from whence it comes. If you want your journal removed, let me know. Find more rules/guidelines on this post here.
Note: de-hotlinked.
All content herein copyright its original holder; if you like the image, click on it to be taken to the journal from whence it comes. If you want your journal removed, let me know. Find more rules/guidelines on this post here.
Tags:
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
When Mike was still a baby, there was a tunnel on I-70 where the runways from Stapleton went over. When we drove up to Denver, he would get very excited to see the rows of lights streaming past overhead, waving his arms and kicking his legs like crazy. I was kind of bummed when they tore down those runways, because Mike had loved them so much.