Talking to the Owl

Mugs Coffee shop was the only coffee I could find in Ft. Collins at 6:30 (8:30 my time) this morning.  I like to come here because it is my old neighborhood.  It was a TV repair shop when I was growing up.  We would raid the dumpster for transformer wire for our neighborhood communications projects.  I had a friend with similiar interests who lived a few houses away.  We’d take out the speakers from the TVs and unroll the wire - miles of wire - and run the wire through the ditches between our houses and make walkie talkies.  We ran it to our tree house.  We ran it up and down stairs to link up the ping-pong table with the bedroom.  He went on to be an executive in a subdiary of Quest Communications. 

The photo is of an old logging truck in the Colorado State Forest in Gould.