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The holiday weekend came full circle with 80 people eating barbeque, smoking cigars and playing poker with Rocky Mountaintops in clear view. And, of course, me. Singing for my supper. Tonight I talked to three sharp-dressed men from Aspen about playing a piano on the streets of Breckenridge. They were fun. And I apparently inspired them to start an official tourism blog for Breck. It's probably a sin for me to have knowingly lead them to such a a tortured activity. Good luck, boys.