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Written by Richard Gibson 101595.jn World of Estes Park Last night we drove up to Estes Park, and surprised Diane with a birthday celebration. Diane, Reeve, Jennifer, Robbie and Elizabeth came up here Friday night in a continuation of their 'Story Book Colorado' researches. Diane's birthday is coming up this week, so we surprised her. And, she was surprised. Yesterday was a good day for brewing aid aquisition. We drove about doing errands. First we dropped Heather's car off to have the windshield replaced. Then we drove through Kentucky Fried Chicken, where Heather and Molly purchased food. We then drove up 44th. I wanted a chili cheese dog (I had wanted one Friday night, but turned the wrong way on Youngfield after visiting Heather and M. at the 1st/2nd grade JUC overnight, by the time I realized my error (almost immediately) I decided tha ti didn't want to deal with turning about). So I wanted a chili cheese dog, when out of the blue appeared the DQ that has been sitting on that same spot for some 20 years (according to Steve, the franchisee). I pulled in, as though to park, when H pointed to the drive through. Ah! I thought, drive through. Sounds good. I started to back up and almost ran over a mime on a unicycle. Heather doesn't think it was a mime, but what would you call a person on a unicycle? He was carrying two large drinks in a 'beverage carrier' in one hand, and a big bag of fast food in the other hand, and he seemed to be moving right along. I told H that the current world record for backwards unicycling is 51 miles. Which, as of today, or the day that I read that, was true. After almost maiming the mime ('and in the news, we have another random mime maiming') I pulled forward, and stopped. I looked, hardly believing my eyes. I lifted my sunglasses and held my regular glasses to my eyes. Meanwhile, Heather was looking around trying to identify the object of my attention. There was nothing that registered on her interest meter. I looked to Heather, and with a tone of reverent anticipation asked 'is that what I think it is?' She responded with a definite 'what?' So I pointed to the dumpsters. Just visible between the two dumpsters was TA DA! A great big two sided stainless steel sink! So I asked the girl at the drive through window if it was being stored or what...and the answer came back that it was for sale for just $35. Well, what a deal! We pulled around and looked at it, and then went out with Steve, who told us the story. He had recently been inspected by the DQ police, who forced him to replace his sink with an even larger sink, so a perfectly functional twenty year old stainless steel sink was available for $35. So that is the story of the sink.
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