RIP

RIP my good friend and safe haven.  The other night the Villa Hilla disappeared in a blaze of glory.  Well maybe not glory.  A fire tragically took it to cabin heaven along with many other structures on the Mountain in Canton.  I didn't own it at the time but it still was a place of some fond memories.  It was a refuge from the hustle and bustle of Denver and ended up as a hideout after I left that unhappy corporate world.  It was love at first sight really.  We hit it off perfectly and many people touched it in their own ways.  So, adios my good friend.  As Gus would say, "My God Villa, it was a hell of a party."