Ah, here we are, at Denver International Airport. Lovely, isn't it? I got to know it well, as did alot of folks, who, like me, ended up stranded there during what was called "one of the worst storms in history" to hit the area. I just narrowly missed escape; the only reason I ended up in Denver on December 20th, when the storm started, was because my flight on Dec 19th from LA to Denver ( en route to Saint Louis) had technical problems, and was delayed. By the time we arrived in Denver, all the flights to secondary places were full. The airline begrudgingly put us up in a hotel, assuring us that the next day, we'd be first on a plane out. They didn't count on the blizzard that hit during the wee small hours of the night. It was snowing when their shuttle brought us back to the airport, but no one actually thought it might be so bad we all might not get out. Oh, if we had known: surely, we would have stayed in the damned hotel. Alas....