By Patrick Stephan Well, the best-laid plans of mice and men, or some such literary nonsense. Working around my family’s usually inconvenient schedule, I had planned to fly to Phoenix on the 5:30am flight out of Denver. Packed all of my gear, including new hats (one east coast, one west coast – the flat bill),…

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