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By education and experience - Accountant with a specialty in taxation. Formerly a CPA (license has lapsed). Masters degree in law of taxation from University of Denver. Now retired. Part time work during baseball season as receptionist & switchboard operator for the Colorado Rockies. This gig feeds my soul in ways I have trouble articulating. One daughter, and four grandchildren. I share the house with two cats; a big goof of a cat called Grinch (named as a joke for his easy going "whatever" disposition); and Lady, a shelter adoptee with a regal bearing and sweet little soprano voice. I would be very bereft if it ever becomes necessary to keep house without a cat.
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Broncomania gone bad

There is one other house between my house and the street to the west. That house stood vacant for a year or longer, but a young man bought it a couple of years ago and renovated it extensively, both inside and out. His renovations included replacing an aging, sagging fence with a very attractive new one.

The fence isn't there any longer, or at least some of it isn't. The taller, "privacy fence" version between the front and back yards isn't either. And the neighbor on the street behind us also is missing a large section of his privacy fence. In addition to the shredded fence parts, both yards were, for a few days, strewn with sections of automobile fenders, bumpers, and various other large pieces of metal.

A couple of weeks ago, the Broncos played Oakland on national TV. Shortly after midnight, my neighbor awoke to the sound of what he thought was someone ripping the door off of his house. He heard the noise of the car speeding away, looked out the window, and called 911.

The next morning the police told him that the car, which would have been instantly recognizeable as a survivor of a violent collision, was reported stolen about 10 minutes after his 911 call.

I had the first opportunity to visit with my neighbor this morning when I went out to get the newspaper. What the police think happened is that celebrating the Broncos win got very enthusiastic, and a group of celebratory Broncomaniacs got in their car and instead of heading home drunkenly, crashed drunkenly into my neighbor's fence. As soon as they were able, someone with a clear head reported the car stolen. As long as everyone involved keeps their heads about them, and their mouths shut, my neighbor thinks it's unlikely he will ever know who damaged his property.

The police told him they will keep the file open for awhile in hopes they can press charges. They are not optimistic.


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