Biddle's wife told The Denver Post on Thursday that he no longer lived at their Parker house.
It is a freaking mess out here. This blizzard looks to be worst than the last one. And it's only just begun.
The airport is already in chaos:
Driving around Denver since the blizzard has been an adventure. While main streets like Speer Blvd, Colorado Blvd. and even I-70 and Pena Blvd. to the airport have been clear since Saturday, the side streets are not. During the day, with the sun shining and the ice melting, it hasn't been too bad. But once the sun goes down and the water turns to ice, driving is perilous. As my son said Sunday night, driving home from the Cherry Creek Mall after seeing the movie "The Good Shepherd, "It's like playing bumper cars." And it was. Yet, walking is even more hazardous than driving.
I just discovered the coolest thing. Snow shoes. I've never been snowshoeing before -- I have no idea why or how I've missed out on this -- and I just cruised my neighborhood on a borrowed pair, and they rocked the snowbanks, fully. I currently have a get-out-of-snow-shoveling pass due to the big belly, and while I was standing around watching hubby dig out the driveway, our new neighbor offered to lend me her extra pair of snow shoes so that I could get a little bit of easy exercise. Brilliant. Off we went, trampling down the block, chatting up all of our other neighbors.