If you ever arrive at the Denver International Airport, you will note that various areas throughout it serve as a Tornado Shelter, including the restrooms. Theoretically, one can run through the halls and yell "tornado", then duck into the restroom of the opposite sex. I would not do that.

Later on at the hotel, Max is bored and irritated that it is 1a.m. and all the "good" restaurants are closed. She will later settle for Papa John's....

See.....a little food in her belly and she's happy!

But it is 9 degrees in Denver the next morning, however she will not be denied a "photo op"

(a.ka. "take my picture here!")

Ah, but it is time to meet my seller at a roof top somewhere and pick up my prize...The deal is complete!

My inaugural fill-up!

The drive home is snowy, but the roads are clear. The Alfa has a nice warm heater...

Potty-break yields another photo op. Car only...

Makes it home without a single hitch....

Car in background is For Sale.

Cousins?