Thursday, July 18, 2013

the drama of Colorado Springs

This was the view from our window this evening - about to storm.  Only ... it didn't.  I spent the afternoon as Alice's research assistant - how I love reading old newspapers on microfilm - still piecing together bits of her Scandal book.  Today it was May 1938, a very dull month in Colorado Springs ... it snowed a lot, up on Pike's Peak, and a white Persian cat became a surrogate mother to four tiny coyote pups, and Hitler met with Mussolini (but that seemed, obviously, a long way away), and there were a few car wrecks, and that, to be honest, was about that.  Alice's mother must have gone crazy with boredom.

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