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We started our journey at Cleveland airport where we unloaded twelve bags from our trailer onto a trolley. It took two people to push it into the Alaska Air ticketing area where the agents tried their best to politely avoid us.
It didn't take much imagination to see myself standing beside a smoking van on some interstate, shaking my fist at airplanes flying overhead and thinking, "Why didn't I listen to my wife?"
I find myself lying on a bed in the hospital, marveling at all the amenities.
Janice accuses me of thinking like a bachelor. I reminisce about a trip I went on while I was one.
I was a bit worried since we were already trying to be missionaries. We couldn't afford to be farmers too.
We're finding we got rid of too many things and forgot where we put everything else.
