In October of 2005 we drove west on an adventure with the boys. In Colorado we drove up in to the Rocky Mountains and spent an afternoon in Estes Park. While the boys hiked around the village I stayed in the car and nursed by “out of joint” foot. I groaned and prayed and gritted my teeth, but while I was there I observed something that struck be as funny. Across the street was a man in a pleated skirt. He had long hair pulled into a pony tail. He was with a woman who’s hair was cut very short. She was wearing pants. When they reached the building he held the door for her. Things are getting so confusing these days.
