I took a quick work-trip to Colorado Springs this past week. My puddle jumper prop flight from Denver to the Springs was 20 minutes of nauseating chop. Ugh. The flight put me in a bit of an edgy mood, so when the fine folks at the Cheyenne Mountain Resort stuck me in a room with a view of the conference center hallway, I was uncharacteristically high-maintenance and insisted on a move.
My new room had a fine morning view of the infamous Cheyenne Mountain--the home of NORAD. (My only actual knowledge of NORAD is from War Games with plucky Matthew Broderick.)
Shall we play a game?
I took a quick work-trip to Colorado Springs this past week. My puddle jumper prop flight from Denver to the Springs was 20 minutes of nauseating chop. Ugh. The flight put me in a bit of an edgy mood, so when the fine folks at the Cheyenne Mountain Resort stuck me in a room with a view of the conference center hallway, I was uncharacteristically high-maintenance and insisted on a move.
My new room had a fine morning view of the infamous Cheyenne Mountain--the home of NORAD. (My only actual knowledge of NORAD is from War Games with plucky Matthew Broderick.)
Shall we play a game?
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It would be fun if they showed War Games on cable right now...
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