A City In Four Anecdotes

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Last Wednesday afternoon I sat in traffic in an airport transport van. A friend texted from a town on the east coast where he was vacationing with his family. He reported he’d gone swimming that day at a local pond and had the place all to himself.

I spent time in this area as a child and guessed the name of the pond. No, he said, and named a different pond.

I said I’d never heard of it. He said that was because the pond was secret.

“What a coincidence,” I said, “Because right now,  I am in a secret secret city. It’s called Denver.”