The Colorado Girl Diary II, Day 2

Half Pipe developed diarrhea last evening. Dad (FP doctor) prescribed some Lomotil which helped immensely. He is now sipping water and beginning to feel much better thankfully. I’m on my way into work to meet with some New York dress designers. They want to create a wardrobe of wedding dresses based off the Wilderness Dress. Properly termed, it is The Colorado Girl Wilderness Dress. Some gals have used this semi-formal dress for a wedding dress. It fits well and looks amazingly well on most women.

Greg Hanisch MD calls when I’m in the shower. I don’t know what to say; but not unexpectedly I melt. I’m not certain if Greg is on a sabbatical, vacation, snooping or in love. He probably wants to woo me back to Cleveland, Ohio. I cannot deal with this; and he knows how I feel regarding moving away from the mountains. I could do Denver, The Springs, Fort Collins or Boulder. I’m not, however doing Cleveland. It’s hard not singing Mom and Grandma’s tune of Downtown daily or many times throughout the day. I sang and hummed the tune immensely when Grandma died; and now that Mom is gone, I sing it constantly. The song with their great voices brings me joy! Customers listen to me sing and hum that Pet Clark tune and ask themselves what is the song – or where have I heard that tune? Everyone eventually gets it. In fact right now I’m humming the tune while Greg Hanisch is talking (called back):


When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always go downtown
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I know, downtown

Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city
Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty
How can you lose?
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares

So go downtown
Things will be great when you’re downtown
No finer place for sure, downtown
Everything’s waiting for you


I arrive at the Breckenridge, Colorado store and the 3 piece clothier guys are waiting. They are all so young and one guy is beyond cute. I cannot write with him standing there. We are staring at each other. I’ll be cool! I hum the song Downtown louder to deal with my nerves. I’m scribbling, sweating and overcome with nausea. What is wrong with me? It’s just a cute guy. That is all. I’ll deal. Hello, I’m Alison Simpson, The Colorado Girl.