by: C.J. Van Becelaere
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Arriving in Denver, we collected
our baggage and wandered purposefully about,
hoping to find lodging for the night. With the utmost convenience, we were able to make reservations at the local Travel Lodge for both bed and transportation. Waiting for their coach to arrive turned minutes into hours, as every other hotel, motel, hostelry, and boarding-house retrieved their respective clients in their respective vehicles. Finally, having waited far longer than we had ever intended, we returned to a different reservation center than that which we had originally used. "What's this? Travel Lodge is actually Number 15! It isn't Number 5, as the other board had it listed! We have actually reserved lodging with the local Ramada Inn!" No sooner had this realization
been reached, than we were hurrying back out to the
"If," said I to Heidi, "If
this seems an unseemly place for our stay, we shall
Not surprisingly, at this
juncture in our narration, we did, indeed, find this inn
In the next chapter, dear
reader, we will detail some of the more noteworthy
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