This week I found myself headed to Snowmass, Colorado for a day of meetings. I'd never heard of Snowmass until the planning for this meeting started a few months ago. In June I drove through Colorado and didn't see so much as one sign pointing the way to Snowmass. I found out recently that it is close to Aspen.

On the way to Snowmass I ran into a couple of knowledgeable guys who filled me in a little. First, I understand that Snowmass is very exclusive. One story claims that the Billionaires have moved into Snowmass, forcing the Millionaires to retreat back to Glenwood Springs.

I was asked if I like $12.95 chicken avocado sandwiches. If so, Snowmass is my kind of place. If I prefer $4.95 chicken avocado sandwiches, then I should go over the mountain to Twin Lakes. I didn't have time for either and will anxiously await my next trip to Snowmass for the chicken avocado experience.

My dad tagged along with me and hung out in Snowmass while I was in my meetings. When he picked me up his first statement was, "there must be a lot of concealed weapons permits in Snowmass." I was puzzled. What did he mean? He proceeded to tell me that he'd decided against a soda when he found that the cost was $2 per 20 oz bottle. No thanks. Oh, and while he was at the convenience store he thought it would be a kick to check on the price of gas. Regular was a steep $3.139 per gallon. Ouch! Bandits everywhere. He figured that the only way to get away with these prices was if all the cashiers were armed. And since he couldn't see any weapons, he also figured that the cashiers had concealed weapons. And, for some reason, he also surmised that this was all done with the full knowledge of the local constabulary. Go figure............
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