Yesterday at work I was required to watch the radar for our particular region of Colorado. I saw a massive storm over my hometown of Marble, and when I zoomed in, I saw about 24 lightning strikes above my house. “It’s a doozy” I thought to myself.

When my son and I drove home at 9 pm, there was a huge mudflow across the road, cutting the town off from civilization. There were vehicles parked everywhere as three huge loaders worked to clear the five foot deep soup off of the road.

A guy was walking around in the dark, offering pasta to the stranded travelers.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. VROOOOOOM! The workers had been clearing the road since 4 pm.

Since our house is located on THIS side of the mud flow, we hopped back in the car and drove up to our place.

When I got home, I found out that my wife had donated the bowls and forks for the pasta guy. “How cool,” I thought. “I wasn’t even there, and I helped contribute to the cause through my wife.” What a great woman. What a nice neighborhood.