Boulder turns 150.
I hear they're dressing in period spandex downtown this weekend.
I shouldn't snark. Boulder's has hosted my entire adult life. Love, loss, joy, sorrow, work, play. Thin air, dark beer, Mighty Burgers and $.99 nachos at What's Up FAC.
First job here was in a furniture factory, staining chair sides for minimum wage, a job I landed on my 23rd birthday. I recall walking to work everyday from 19th and Marine to old Pearl, throwing up clouds of hoppers across the vacant lots along the way. Bought a case of Molson every payday.
Many memories. Some toxic, many fond.
Happy Birthday.
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