I had to do some shopping at the Park Meadows Mall, and since I was in the neighborhood, I decided to stop in at the Lansdowne Pub in Highlands Ranch, where I sometimes dropped by after my shift as a mailman - whenever I finished before midnight, that is, which as I recall was rare. It was St. Patrick's Day and the place was hopping. There were green derbies, green berets, green beer, green faces, the whole nine yards. However, since it brought back haunting memories of my service in the post office, I soon left. Some things are just too painful.,
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