Monday, March 28, 2016

Hop, Skip & a Jump

What a weird title for the post. It's just what came to mind at this very moment. Rich and I are somewhere west of Memphis, a mere 37,000 feet up, flying home from a visit to the west coast. Piled I like sardines with no much to that passes the time, thinking is just about  the entertainment for the moment.

I love to travel but going home is the best part...the only part...that I love about leaving.

Peace

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