Now that the dust has settled with the recent, shall we say, swindlings in town lately, I wanted to clear up one very important point. Now, it’s been noted how helpful I was in the train station in Denver, pretending to choke on the strudel to create enough of a distraction to get the townsfolk’s money back. I have to admit, it was a pretty good performance and I was happy to do it. There is one thing I want to point out though: while most of it was an act, one thing wasn’t–I really do love strudel that much.

I don’t know how to explain it, but I’ve just been a lifelong strudel lover. From the first time I tried it as a child, I thought it was the best thing I had tasted. You know, Grace and I kind of laughed at Dr. Mike when she said she was excited to visit restaurants–haha, pregnant lady wants to eat and everything–but the truth is, I was excited for the food scene in Denver myself. Can you imagine my disappointment, though, when nary a strudel was to be found?

I know it’s been said before: Denver’s a big place. Maybe it’s not so big after all if they don’t even have strudel readily available. Will you believe that I didn’t see strudel anywhere at all the entire time we were there until we were at the train station about to leave? That’s why I was so excited about it. I felt like a little boy on Christmas morning–finally, strudel!

Matthew pointed out that they were lucky that I have experience as a con. Well, it’s just lucky for them that this ex-con loves strudel. I don’t think my performance could have been as convincing if I hadn’t had the love of a good strudel. If Grace would get around to making some strudel here and there, you’d hear me saying “that looks good!” a little more often.

Reverend Timothy Johnson, Colorado Springs, CO.