Two days ago, my wife Lois and I decided to drive down to Pueblo for lunch. It was going to be in the mid seventies--very warm for mid November.
After arriving in the historic part of Pueblo, we walked up and down Union Street, passing the Branch Inn twice. We then decided to eat at Magpie's Restaurant which was across the street from the Branch Inn.
After eating, we walked down to the river walk. We heard a large blast, followed by the sirens of many emergency vehicles. We went back to where we started and found that the Branch Inn had blown up; it was completely leveled. There was lots of smoke, dust and fire.
Eight people were injured. One of them, a 22 year old woman and nursing student, died shortly after arriving at the hospital.
So many good and bad happenings in life are being (or not being) there at the right moment.
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