
Walking back to Michael's office to pickup my car, I passed Bodyworks, voted Boulder's best chair massage place and got stopped by a young woman with long blonde dreads, a nose ring and knitted bag to sign petitions. Feeling somewhat sorry for her working in the summer heat (it was over 100 on Wednesday) and not opposed to the issues, I signed the petitions. I looked up and saw the Flat Irons rising above the Pearl Street buildings - still a surprise to me, these mountains right there. I stopped at Spruce Confections and picked up two iced teas - in compostable cups, no less and of course (this is Boulder). Halfway to Michael's office, having walked past cute houses, offices in houses, beautiful gardens, one of Michael's coworkers saw me and picked me up, and I enjoyd a cool ride the rest of the way. At Michael's office I greeted the threeoffice dogs and, as Asher would say, their humans.
Boulder is many things, and what often strikes me is what an interesting hot bed of liberalism, generosity, tradition, new agism, environmentalism, self-expression and beauty it is. I am rarely disappointed on my visits.
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I love Boulder! I have always heard people (who don't live there) call it all sorts of nasty names. I find it to be a refreshing place, full of people who really care about the world we live in and the people who live in this world. I love the eclectic vibe. I love those renassiance fights at the Eben G. Fine park. I used to go there when Sam was a baby, sit under a big tree and watch them duke it out. I love the life that radiates there. Now, if only John and I could afford to live there...sigh!
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