Yesterday as I was making my way back home from the tastiest coffee shop in Longmont I happened to pass by an old man that was a dead ringer for Rip Van Winkle. Long gray beard, a plaid flannel shirt, floppy hat and old beat up pants, this guy definitely looked like he had been asleep for a number of years. I had the pretend urge to ask him if he was groggy from his years of slumber or if he woke up feeling refreshed. Of course, had I actually asked this man such a question I probably would've been stabbed or at least punched in the face. He was an impressive looking fellow, that's for damn sure.
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