My grandparents lived on a farm outside of
Denver back in the 50’s.  It was the proverbial
little red farm house complete with Windmill  that
pumped water deep within the earth.  Didn’t like
the water because it always had a gassy smell
and taste.  The barn was east of the house
and the workers quarters were south of it.
Crops and animal cages were fenced  off in
back of it.

My cousin Ted and his mom, my Aunt May
lived in the workers quarters. My Uncle
Russel lived in  another one of these adorable
little houses.

One day my cousin Ted and I were 
playing  as if we were employees out in the
fields.  On our way we ran past the
barn, turned the corner of one of the smaller
out buildings and found us both stopped
cold with terror and silent screams
trying to exit our mouths.  You see, my
dad and uncles were avid hunters.
They butchered their own food.  We saw
Several deer heads laid out on the table
starring at us in a
bloody mess.  We ran
screaming back to the house to the
laughter of all the adults.
I can still see it now.  I laugh now too!
Hey Chuck,
     I know you’ve had your share
Of venison right!  You love it too!
You know how to shoot a gun too!
I know you’re grateful to your dad
for stuffing your two freezers in the
garage with deer, fish, ducks and peasants
right!  Yeah right!

You can  laugh at all of that now!
We grew up to the ways of the world
& appreciated our parents!

I like what has and is happening in Denver
now.  The rural farm house of my grandparents
is still there.  All the other buildings are gone.
There is  a large Marriott across the way.
Stapleton airport is closed and repurposed as a
Huge shopping center with parks and upbeat 
Condos.  The firehouse is now which
I thoroughly enjoy.  Did I mention that the little red
Farmhouse is now a non-prophet H.Q.’s for needy kids.
It has come full circle!  Change is bitter  sweet!