We're in Golden, Colorado, home of Coors, so it would be rude not to take the tour and learn all about Adolph and his family and accept their gracious free samples.
Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week they are churning out the suds.
They only brew Coors here, but now that it is officially MillerCoors the list of beers under their umbrella is way long for me to type here. Look it up.
America's coal mines and railroads at work.
America's future is safe in the hands and hearts of the Air Force Academy kids being
groomed into officers. Very impressive. Especially when they line up to be marched to lunch.
On the drive back from Colorado Springs we hit one of the freak hail storms. Al had never seen one before so was kind of stunned by the size and force of the chunks. These were about the size of hazelnuts. Like usual, the deluge came out of nowhere and was gone in just a few minutes, back to sunshine and flooded streets, but we survived. Tom Dually wasn't quite so lucky and now has several hail stone dents. I can't seem to get a good picture of them so you'll have to imagine it. Al says he won't get them fixed because it's kind of like a badge of courage and scars of battle.
We'll just see about that.
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