Jayson
Stefan and Wendy traded off asking questions when they were allowed to cross exam for the rest of the week. I brought Wendy up to Denver to Mile High Stadium to watch the Broncos play. She is not a huge fan of football, but she saw it as an opportunity to get away and have some fun.
I’m driving back on the highway, I-25. We should be home in about another forty-five minutes. The traffic was insane, leaving the stadium, of course. Wendy had rested her head against the seat and crook near the window and fallen asleep shortly after we got back into my truck.
I listened to the radio as I drove. Some of the traffic leveled out after we passed Castle Rock. We would hit the Air Force Academy soon and the edge of Colorado Springs. I caught a glimpse of the antennas on top of Cheyenne Mou
