I love the Brown Palace. I've never spent a night there, never seen the inside of one of the rooms, never even gotten off the ground floor, but something about the place just moves me. Which is odd, because normally I don't care a whit for architecture, have no particular love for any history that doesn't involve me personally, and have never cared much about any surroundings that weren't restaurant surroundings. I've lived in my car for long stretches, rented the kinds of apartments that hookers would pass on as too depressing, and slept on the beach (not a good beach, either). I've often told Laura that if it weren't for her, I would be perfectly content living in one of those eighty-dollar-a-month storage lockers out by the interstate — and I know that, because I have. I didn't think it was weird at all, just dirt cheap and convenient as all get-out... More >>>