Comments on: All Aboard! http://www.thedenvertraveler.com/2008/07/all-aboard-2/ For visitors and residents of the Mile High City. Fri, 19 Sep 2008 01:27:36 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: Photo Op: Union Station http://www.thedenvertraveler.com/2008/07/all-aboard-2/comment-page-1/#comment-185 Photo Op: Union Station Sun, 27 Jul 2008 20:09:55 +0000 http://www.thedenvertraveler.com/all-aboard-2/#comment-185 [...] Union Station as shot by Flickr User [...] [...] Union Station as shot by Flickr User [...]

]]> By: Shawn Marie http://www.thedenvertraveler.com/2008/07/all-aboard-2/comment-page-1/#comment-195 Shawn Marie Tue, 22 Jul 2008 02:39:24 +0000 http://www.thedenvertraveler.com/all-aboard-2/#comment-195 See- we told you he would have stories! Thanks Denver Dad, that was a great one. Keep them coming. See- we told you he would have stories!

Thanks Denver Dad, that was a great one. Keep them coming.

]]> By: Dennis http://www.thedenvertraveler.com/2008/07/all-aboard-2/comment-page-1/#comment-193 Dennis Tue, 22 Jul 2008 01:30:07 +0000 http://www.thedenvertraveler.com/all-aboard-2/#comment-193 Think 9yrs old again and the year is 1953. Your hair is fire engine red and you have frickles. you are full of energy and very curious but always polite to elders and strangers. You are in the back seat of a 51 ford on your way to downtown Denver for a short visit and to pick up an unknown uncle at Union Station. Just going downtown is enough to keep you happy but golly gee to see that great big building where all the trains come an go with so much commotion in the terminal; people going every which way and all you can think abiout is finding a bathroom because you are so excited. Your adventure covers most of the main floor of the terminal to no avail and you come upon an open door with stairs leading down. You think for a second if you should enter and explore, suddenly you do not have to go to the bathroom any more because there is a noise comming from the bowls of this huge building. You creep ever so slowly and light as a feather as you desend deeper and deeper into the unknown. Suddenly the stairs stop at a door that is slightly ajar and your heart is beating so fast and loud you think someone will hear you. The red hair inches its way toward the opening and gently nudges the door open a little bit further. Your eyes are closed so tight they hurt and with a tremendous rush of adrenalian you step in, opening your eyes to detect the monster that is looming in the darkness of the room to pounce on you and devour you with one bite and all you see is a really old man with an engineer's hat and a red bandana tied neatly behind his neck and he is watching a massive miniture train set rumble through tunnels and over bridges to reach a destination that will change with every trip and you think; what a lucky guy, he has all of this to keep him happy. Quickly you realize that you have not been found out and there are no monsters getting ready to chew your head off and you remember how this sojourn began as the warm wettness embrasses your right pant leg and a small puddle forms around your right tennis shoe. You no longer have a need to find a bathroom and everyone will think you have been playing in water somewhere. Your retreat to the top of the stairs is fast because you feel your father is looking for you and the unknown uncle is ready to get in the car and head for your house, so you better get there fast. Your dad sees you first and asks where have you been and you say "looking the bathroom but I couldn't find it". Visit Union Station and ask if the trains still run in the basement. You may be surprised. I was. Denver Dad Think 9yrs old again and the year is 1953. Your hair is fire engine red and you have frickles. you are full of energy and very curious but always polite to elders and strangers. You are in the back seat of a 51 ford on your way to downtown Denver for a short visit and to pick up an unknown uncle at Union Station. Just going downtown is enough to keep you happy but golly gee to see that great big building where all the trains come an go with so much commotion in the terminal; people going every which way and all you can think abiout is finding a bathroom because you are so excited. Your adventure covers most of the main floor of the terminal to no avail and you come upon an open door with stairs leading down. You think for a second if you should enter and explore, suddenly you do not have to go to the bathroom any more because there is a noise comming from the bowls of this huge building. You creep ever so slowly and light as a feather as you desend deeper and deeper into the unknown. Suddenly the stairs stop at a door that is slightly ajar and your heart is beating so fast and loud you think someone will hear you. The red hair inches its way toward the opening and gently nudges the door open a little bit further. Your eyes are closed so tight they hurt and with a tremendous rush of adrenalian you step in, opening your eyes to detect the monster that is looming in the darkness of the room to pounce on you and devour you with one bite and all you see is a really old man with an engineer’s hat and a red bandana tied neatly behind his neck and he is watching a massive miniture train set rumble through tunnels and over bridges to reach a destination that will change with every trip and you think; what a lucky guy, he has all of this to keep him happy. Quickly you realize that you have not been found out and there are no monsters getting ready to chew your head off and you remember how this sojourn began as the warm wettness embrasses your right pant leg and a small puddle forms around your right tennis shoe. You no longer have a need to find a bathroom and everyone will think you have been playing in water somewhere. Your retreat to the top of the stairs is fast because you feel your father is looking for you and the unknown uncle is ready to get in the car and head for your house, so you better get there fast. Your dad sees you first and asks where have you been and you say “looking the bathroom but I couldn’t find it”.

Visit Union Station and ask if the trains still run in the basement. You may be surprised. I was.

Denver Dad

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