Mother's Day. Lee said "Happy Mother's Day" this morning. Hey. I'd forgotten.

Something happened this morning that reminded me why I like Colorado. Grocery shopping. A woman started flirting with my daughter, asked me how old she was. They played while I picked out pork chops. She told me about her granddaughter, two: a very big kid. I remarked that most of the little kids out here were huge. She agreed. Then she said, "Happy Mother's Day."

I love the fact that people will just start talking to you here.

Iowa, the conversation would have gone something like, "Your daughter has a dirty face. I have a granddaughter about that age. But she's taller."