We flew to Denver last Thursday to see Sam’s BFA Thesis Exhibition. It knocked us out. He had made 102 planets: all sizes and each with a different glaze.
There were six of us–sometimes seven, and we’d meet in the hotel lobby in the evenings for wine, then head out for dinner. Our last night we had pizza delivered to Sue & Bill’s suite, played cribbage, and read books.
The best meal was breakfast at the Urban Farmer’s: French toast 8 inches high, and bottomless bloody Marys. After that, Tom and I stumbled through the Denver Museum of Art (last two photos).