So we’re giving a site tour to four lovely wedding consultants from A Touch of Bliss in Denver. We had just come out of #420, one of our largest, most beautiful four bedroom-condos. We’re walking down the hallway to show them #311, a super nice one-bedroom, overlooking the swimming pool. Just making conversation, one of the young women, Zoie, asks me, “Are you from Colorado?”
“As a matter of fact I am.” I reply, “I grew up in Littleton.”
“Really?” says Aimee Thomas, another one of these very charming wedding planners, “Where in Littleton?”
“Oh, way down south, almost to the Ken Caryl area”
“No kidding? My mother’s house is in that area.”
I ask where. She tells me it’s close to Platte Canyon Road. I tell her that we lived near Coal Mine and Platte Canyon. She acts a little surprised and I say, “It’s a little community called Normandy Estates. You’ve probably never heard of it.”
The look on Aimee’s face goes from surprised to incredulous. “Heard of it? We live in Normandy Estates.”
“NO WAY!” I say, “What street?”
Gulp. “Circle or Way?”
“OMG” At this point I’m starting to shake a little. Ontario Circle is a cul-de-sac and only has about eight or ten houses. I tell that to the others and they’re all pretty much in disbelief as well.
“6755” I say.
Aimee turns a little pale. “6755 W. Ontario Circle?”
“Are you kidding me? No way.”
(queue the eery music)
“That’s my house.” she says.
I tell her that we lived there from 1960 to 1972 … moved out 42 years ago. She tells me the carpet’s been changed.
Yikes Stripes. Beechnut gum.