And it keeps on going

So we sold our business and our house in Sanford, FL and said good-bye to some of the best friends and family anyone could ever have, and made our move to the beautiful city of Denver. We owned a Medispa that was only open for 2 years, but the friends we accumulated from there was truly amazing. To a person they were the warmest, nicest, and most fun people we could ever imagine, and truthfully, if there are any regrets we have, even now, are the many friendships we had in Florida, that are a bit difficult to maintain. The good news in this, is that my wife and our many friends still stay in touch, and will visit us at our new home here in Colorado.

In the Meantime however, we had to get to CO to get involved in this new and exciting business, so we loaded up the van, followed in a truck, and sped out of town in Sept of 09. We headed to Pensacola to say Hi and good-bye to our family there, as that is where my wife was born and bred. Well, the truck would not go over 60, a wiper blade was broken, the headlight slightly bent, and the window had a leak. This trip was not going to be the fun we thought it would be, and it would only get worse.

My son and his sister went to a beach bar in Pensacola the night before we were leaving for CO., and a drugged drink meant for our daughter Colby, was injested by Chase our son. He had no idea, but the boy passed out on the way home at 1 in the morning, and we had to take him to the hospital the next morning, where he was found to be dehydrated and drugged by someone at the bar. Six others had the same drug given to him said the ER in Gulf Breeze, but thank God, he was okay, as we got on the road just one day late.
This was a bump in the road on our cross-country road trip, as we soon realized there would be quite a few more bumps. Problems with the truck, spending the night in Tornado alley in Kansas, and the crowning jewel of the bummer trip, was when our truck gave out in the middle of Kansas on Hwy 70 with semi's going by at 80 and my wife panicking because of it.
We called Budget customer service, and each call was worse than the previous, with nothing getting done by anyone, and the name customer servive really coming into question. Finally a 12 year old mechanic (or so we thought)came out to help us, and after 2 trips back to nowhere for parts that wouldn't work, he towed the truck to the booming metropolis of Hayes, Kansas (Hayes??).
We had dinner, stayed the night in this wild and crazy town 9watching cable), and woke up to find that nobody could fix the truck. They wanted to send us back 100 miles to a bigger city, or send another truck to us and have it reloaded, but after some crazy and explicit conversation, they decided to tow us 300 miles to Denver.

so what does this have to do with the Dispensary Diaries. not much, but it sure was an interesting story for us, and realistically a fine beginning to what began as a long road to a very interesting change of career.
I will fill you in on more as we go, but for now we are out. Bye