Seven hot air balloons lifted off
en masse this crisp Sunday morning, with a very gentle wind urging them our way. We didn't wait for their arrival, off to the Breakfast Club for pancakes and then snooping at some model homes in the neighborhood. Alas, no one has invited us to a Super Bowl party -- so we'll be on our own for that. Will pull for the old man running the Broncos. Omaha! Omaha!
