So I knew when I took this new job that I would (eventually) be moving to a much smaller and less cosmopolitan city than I have been living in for the past few years. But I didn't realize just how small Fort Collins is.
Today, I had the opportunity to see a sheep being sheared, to ride on a stack of hay pulled by a tractor, and to learn about meat safety.
Then, on my way back home, a tumbleweed flew across Interstate 25.
Realization: Colorado is still the old west.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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hey, hope the new job is going well! i tried calling you on tuesday but it said your phone number isn't working? or something? and if you changed your number without telling me, you officially FAIL.
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