On Thursday morning we headed north to Denver to pick up, Jake, flying in from Ft. Worth. As usual, a postcard kind of day with great scenery, but too busy playing navigator to take photos. The Rockies were clearer that morning than before or since. The remainder of the day was taken up with gathering data from the plane, transmitting it, getting rooms, turning in one rental car and getting another (paid for by the Foundation). We had a nice dinner and another nice margarita. (Somehow the theme of this group has become to compare margaritas from one state to another.)
Friday the three of us gathered at the plane, which had been sitting at the Broomfield terminal for two weeks. We set up a table in shade of the wing and started giving tours. The opening had not really been advertised for that day, but there is a popular lunch spot in the termina
By the time we deplaned and buttoned up the plane, it was 9PM when we arrived at a restaurant to eat. Some of us had had a late lunch of sorts, but Gene had not eaten since breakfast, so devoted is he to his duty. A very pleasant meal with a lot of airline talk since everyone at the table except us were current or retired American Airlines employees. Then we fell into bed exhausted.
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