With a journey of 1100+ miles since Thursday, I should echo my grandfather's doxology, "Praise the LORD we got home safely." He came to automobiles late in life and was a notoriously bad driver. Retiring in St. Paul, MN., he never stopped at an intersection unless another vehicle was approaching. My mother's opinion was that it was the LORD who got him home safely.
In old age it becomes even more clear that time with friends is a gift not to be taken lightly. While I'm finished with airports short road trips like this are fine. Arriving at my friends I announced "I think I am good for another ten years of this!" Why did they laugh?
Now Kaia and I look forward to happy hours in the field. Much better than a gym membership, cheaper too!😀
Takk for alt,
Al
Still re-reading....
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