As I drove over the hill, into Boulder, coming to the top of the scenic overview on Hwy 36 headed into the Boulder Valley. My worldly possessions were in the U-Haul, and the sun was first rising in front of me. I’d been driving all nigh. I’d chosen Colorado over New Jersey, and now I was here! As I peaked the scenic overlook near the power plant in 1975, a song came on the 8 track. Blind Faith, “I have always found a place to live, just like I’ve never done before…” I knew I was home. The stained glass of my life was laid out before me. I think I always... Read More