Sixty days ago I could have said that I had never been to Denver, not so now. Now I have been to Denver twice in as many months. I like the city feel of downtown. I was surprised to see the snow taller than Jeremy (6 foot) still on Mount Evan even in July. And I loved catching up with a cousin I have not seen in decades (Sunday Brunch), a friend I have not seen in years (Wednesday Dinner), and a colleague I have not seen since her son was 1 month old (Friday lunch). How excellent to catch up with everyone including a very well-mannered and intelligent three-year-old.
I’m back in Denver for a month long assignment. I’m settled comfortably at Embassy Suites once again. There is something about Hilton Hotels that makes me feel very much at home. It could be the previous employment in two Hilton Hotels, or a previous year’s stay at an Embassy Suites or something else. Whatever it is, HHC feels like home.
Previously seeing Colin Powell’s second biography on my bookshelf, one of my team members brought me his first biography to read. It has been on my list to read for awhile so I opened it on the flight out to Denver. I leave you with two quotes, words that could have been my own had I thought of them first:
“I sometimes feel as if I were half spectator and half participant in a play populated by character actors,” (p.14)
“Never be without a watch, a pencil and a notepad” (p. 36)
*Powell, C. My American Journey. 1995. New York, Random House