Part 1- "Welcome Home"

There is no way for me to recap, nutshell, or abridge in any way the events that have transpired over the last week. That is the case & thus I will make no attempt to do so.

Upon arrival back to Denver airport I was greeted by a young Mr. Travis. Travis, as I will be taking the liberty to call him here on, had been up since 6AM. Now, this alone on a Sunday is a feat it it of itself, however Travis had not simple managed to stay awake. He had spent the entire day shuttling himself and car loads of AmeriCorps members back and forth between the campus and Denver International Airport*(TM). Necessary to mention, it is now just past 8PM, he had overbooked and was behind schedule, and his phone had just died. As happily as possible I tried to help wrangle the other members for this trip back to campus, a round trip of an hour and a half, and we set off. Now, to reiterate for any readers, this is unnecessary amounts of information because this is blog is meant for personal recollection, and it is all in the details, is it not? Pressing on, Travis recalled a wonderful story that I find so classic that it must be retold here. The previous day...

Travis was, once again, helping his friends by being the driver for some event. Nearing the end of the day, he noticed he needed gas, and immediately found himself completely dry. Luckily a gas station was no more than a ten minute car-push away, and soon they were pushing the car over the last little hump before it was able to roll nicely down right next to the pump. Travis sighed a sigh of relief, seeing his car right where it needed to be. But the driver decided that she didn't need to brake at this point. Or turn the wheel. Or put it in gear. Or do anything to slow it down in any way. So instead of coasting nicely to a stop next to the pump, the car kept rolling. Straight up onto the curb in front of the 7-11, and moments later directly into the 7-11 itself. Shattering glass, concession stands knocked over, bent metal all immediately were apparent to the helpless Travis.

His car was not damaged to inoperability, nor was anybody injured at all.

I am jealous of when he recalls the story, "Well this one time, I ran out of gas, and within the hour, my car was inside a 7-11. Here's how it went..."