We took a sightseeing trip to Boulder this weekend. I hadn’t been to the city since the 1970s. We’ve so adjusted to the mild Denver weather that we about froze once we reached our destination—only 20 miles away (those miles, however, were UP). We wandered Pearl Street briefly, and then sought shelter in the Boulder Book Store, an independent bookseller. After lattes and a good browse, we were warmed up enough to fight the wind and snow flurries the three blocks back to our car. We had noticed as we came into town that Boulder posted signs that cameras will be taking photos of car license plates, but we have no guilt and generally obey the traffic laws. When we hopped into our Ford Explorer after our quick tour of downtown, Carl noticed a ticket on the windshield. The cameras had spotted our expired Wisconsin license plates and an officer was duly dispatched to fine us $50. We are usually so on top of things like that, but this time (perhaps understandably), renewing our Wisconsin plates or applying for new Colorado plates had truly slipped our minds! Maybe a checklist of tasks would have helped . . .
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