Imagine.
If I had rushed off yesterday not only would I have missed a great meal (including jalepeno bombers), but I would never have learned that Kay wants to pet a koala, Joyce is a "fast talker, slow driver," Kelly is still tortured by a question about Yo Yo Ma, and I taught Jeremy to drive a stick when he was seven. (He sat in the passenger seat manipulating the gear shift while I drove and managed the pedals.)
I could not have arrived early anyhow, and who would have wanted to? My silouetted appearance on dad's porch was taken as a) a hobo, b) a Sioux warrior, c) a dream. :-)
Final thought for the day:
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