Meanwhile, I continued to grope for some kind of future in the Mile High City. My sister had left Denver, returning to the Northeast to live with her new husband. I drifted back to a Denver college, studying at various times drawing, community service development, accounting, computer science. I worked as a bookkeeper, bus boy, janitor, handy man, pre-school aide, cab driver, computer operator. I lived merely from day to day, never imagining leaving Denver. I dated many women, had flings with several, yet never found one to whom I was willing to open my heart. Until, that is, my fondness for country-and-western music eventually led me to a class in such country dances as two-step, schottische, and waltz. There I met a woman, a long-time Coloradan, with whom I fell in love. Her career as a physician was soon to take her to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Before long, we were agreeing to join one another there.
Published by Philip Davis
Raised in New Jersey, Philip Jay Davis has spent 40 years in the West, 25 of them in the Southwest. He has degrees in English from Hobart College and the University of New Mexico. Now retired, he has been a factory worker, carpenter’s helper, miner, community service organizer, day-care worker, bookkeeper, cab driver, computer operator and programmer, college instructor, environmentalist, nurse aide, and licensed practical nurse. He lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with his wife and two dogs. This is his first experience with a blog. View all posts by Philip Davis