I figured out how to download pictures from the digital camera.

                  Western Oklahoma - the day we left town.

 In New Mexico, we saw these strange "roped" trails in the sky.

                                       Is this what our next generation jets are exhaling?

 Plans hardly ever work out like you think.
 Mrs. Bart is sick as a dog, either the third strain of the flu (she got shots for the first two)
 of it's the Sars - just kidding, but she is down hard with the flu.

 We spent Sunday night in a real hellhole of a Days Inn in Colorado Springs.
 Oh sure, it looked pretty good from the streets, but it was grummy and grimy inside.
 She took it like a trooper, but she wants a nice place to stay on the actual day she turns 50.
 

 We thought we'd be spending Monday in Estes Park, CO about three hours north of Colo Springs.
 When we woke up Monday morning, it was blizzard city.
 The lady at the front desk said they closed I-25, so we weren't going anywhere.
 Another night at the grummy and grimy Days Inn.

 Mrs. Bart was not having a good day.
 Even with her feeling bad, we still had to eat so I took her to the famous Broadmoor Hotel,
 the site where the Illegal Pinhead claims he kicked his excessive binge drinking habits.

 I had a burger and a great bowl of French Onion soup.

 Mrs Bart had some turkey sandwhich and she was impressed with the cranberry walnut bread.
 You could see the cranberry right in the bread - they looked like bruises on a CSI corpse.
 Those rich people just think of different ways to make food expensive.

 She also liked the copper tops on the salt & pepper shakers.

 So, tomorrow she's going to start her 50th birthday in a grummy and greasy Days Inn.
 Things have to get better than this, right?
 Bad luck only has a short run, then it goes away, right?

 And it's funny how a crappy hotel compares to a world class hotel.
 At Days Inn, they have no air conditioner.
 They decided they weren't needed in Colorado Springs.

 Hey - I was Mr Freeze long before Gov. Schwartzengroper.
 When I sleep, I want to wake up next to Ted Williams, and I can't sleep in a hot room,
 and since they have no windows and no A/C, I'm standing in the doorway in my bare feet
 waiting for some cold air to cool down the room enough for me to get some winks.

 Meanwhile at The Broadmoor, Mrs. Bart ordereded a White Russian, I ordered a Black Russian.
 A few minutes later, high-dollar Cubby brings us two milky drinks. I had to correct his faux pax.
"Dude, what's with the milk?" and Cubby said, "The bartender is new, and she says
 a Black Russian is a White Russian with a shot of Coke in it."

 So, I gave a bartending lesson to the bartender at The Broadmoor.  I don't know what
 rooms cost at that place, but the lunch was more than our $40 Days Inn room.

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