My friend Wally and I coasted along 285 South in Denver, Colorado, on our way to embarrass ourselves spectacularly at Top Golf. Wally and I have been friends for over twelve years. We’ve cheered each other on while riding our respective life roller-coasters, enjoying the rises, screaming through the plummets, and occasionally puking during the …
I grabbed the edges of the six-foot metal basket, bent my knees, leaned forward, and adjusted my alignment as if setting up a pool shot. The basket probably weighed over 1000 pounds. Maybe close to 2000. I gave it a little push to test which way it rolled, stepped to the left six inches, bent …
A little before 1PM, I peeled off my headphones and glanced around. The traffic rolled lazily enough that I could almost hear the click of the streetlight’s switch from red to green. To the west, the Rocky Mountains stood like bouncers to a nightclub. Arapahoe street seemed to scoop down toward them and I wished …