Scenes from Denver.
August 25, 2008
As I’m sure many of you know, I live in the city of Denver. I love Denver a lot because it’s a low-key kinda place that people really don’t expect too much from. Also, It’s really, really small. I think there’s about 2 degrees of separation between everyone here. So, when I heard that the Democratic National Convention was coming here again for the first time in 100 years, I got a little freaked out! It’s been pretty crazy here. There are celebrities walking my streets and A LOT of protests. Here are some pictures I took yesterday while my roommate and I were walking around….
You’re a witness to history! Are you going to the stadium later to hear Obama’s acceptance speech live?
Oh, wow!!! If I were still there, I would have left work to hit the streets with some group or other, I’m sure.
) I keep scanning all the crowd shots, looking for familiar faces, because as you say, it’s a pretty small city.
Are you guys going to Invesco? Oh, wait, David already asked that.
Oh, fun fun fun!
Brings back warm memories. You need a gas mask. Maybe for Christmas, if you’re a good son.
Love,
The Colonel of Truth
Is that you with the orange and green wig? That’s the spirit, disguise your true identity. I would have never recognized you, except for the manly bearing, which is a prominent physiological feature in most Van Sciver males. I’ll have more time to write, now that I’m going into chocolate rehab. I love you.
Love,
The Dadlike
I see those hippies and worry for our country. But then I see those brave men in black body armor, with commie-repressing shields and nightsticks, and I know things will be okay. Please beat those hippies, fellows. Beat them good.