I drove to a God-forsaken place called Highlands Ranch - on the outskirts of Denver - tonight to hear author James Rollins talk about his new book, Bloodline. I learned several important things: first, most roads have now finally been paved in Highlands Ranch, and second, the Tattered Cover knows its market. Instead of having the author speak in downtown Denver, they had him speak out here, and the place was packed. In a way, that is not surprising, since there is little else to do in Highlands Ranch. Even the churches are packed on a Wednesday night. What is surprising is that the motorists all drive about 90 miles an hour out here. Everyone is in a big hurry to get somewhere, which is ironic, since there really is no place to go. I'm just saying.
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