in Granby, Colorado. Run by Polish immigrants. I was sitting with my co-workers at a table as they watched the Super Bowl. "Who's playing?" I asked. "The Broncos! How can you not know? The Denver Broncos!" There was an older, hardened lady with permed lackluster brown hair. A chain smoker. There was a man in his 40's who was always asking me, "How in the hell did you end up here?" I forget his job. Then another tall guy who was the cook and lived in barely more than a shed out back. The dishwasher was the old Polish grandmotehr who spoke no English. The two little boys were full of mishief. Especially the slovenly older one who seemed so sneaky and was always trying to get his brother in trouble. I ate those crazy sandwiches there. What are they called? Oh yeah, Monte Cristos. It was like fried dough with ham and swiss cheese inside and powdered sugar on the outside. And shoestring fries. They had an old fashioned milk machine. When I worked the front desk I watched TV. Me and the wife of Joe, the owner.
Keith's and my valiant attempt to shovel the street!
To the land of unplowed streets!
People digging out their cars only to make walls around them...
Our garbage cans are buried somewhere there!
The car
Can you believe this?
And this?
Eastern at dusk
In front of our house
Doesn't look like I'm going anywhere anytime soon!
I never noticed this place until my walk this morning...
Eastern Ave--this main street isn't looking too driveable!
My street!
The bedroom window...
Can't see out the basement windows!
Oh goodness! Keith has been wanting me to get some aerobic exercise for some time now. And geeze, my recent walk fit the bill! It is crazy out there--apocalyptic. Unlike other places I've lived, Baltimore doesn't plow side streets...No one could get their cars out of these streets even if they wanted to, even if they could get themselves dug out! They are impassable! The snow is at least up to my knees...I managed to walk to the mailbox and then out to Eastern to see what a main street looked like--not good! It was somewhat plowed, but still snowy snowy. The only thing moving were ambulances and plows...I stood on the corner by the Middle Eastern market and called Keith and my dad--reporting in from the frontlines...I don't know how I'll possibly be able to pick Ketih up at the airport tomorrow night! It is beautiful though. I love that I was able to lay down in the middle of the street to take photos...This is all very exciting.
