Thoughts of a recluse about little things, and the Big . . .
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Flying back to Detroit
She was 87, the lady beside me, heading for Raleigh, North Carolina. Grandchildren there, and elsewhere. She could drive it, she said, but likes to fly. Gets me around faster, she whispered, with a twinkle in her eye.
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ROFL!
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