So then you remember Fourth of July parades in small towns where you didn't have an internet connection or a cell phone signal for 4 days, and take a breath of appreciation for the place you came from.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Dateline: Cando ND 7/4/09
Sometimes you have to get up from 4 hours of sleep to go and stand 45 minutes in the Minneapolis St. Paul International Airport security line at 6 a.m., after which you sprint the length of the E Concourse (to the end gate, natch) only to miss the flight back to Boston even after they "paged you for 20 minutes" and then pay $100 for the privilege of getting on another flight back to Boston that doesn't leave for 3 more hours, to get on the plane, only to get off the plane in Boston and onto the Green Line with 221 sweaty tourists at Government Center so you can all stand belly-to-butt for 4 stops, then step out at Copley into a solid hotness as you dodge bicyclists and construction workers spreading tar at the corner of Dartmouth Street and cars who disobey Yield to Pedestrian signs and more tourists so busy looking up at the Prudential Tower that they also fail to Yield to Pedestrians in a way that makes you wish that personal space in the city wasn't a fantasy.
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Welcome back, Karin. What a charming town from which you hail. Wish mine had been so charming. Listening to WMBR-FM on Friday around 1:45 p.m. when the station played "North Dakota Lady". Couldn't help but think of you and your blog.
of course the big question is this-Did your wallet make it home with you??
@Bill. It is indeed a milestone. I returned with everything I left with. Except I also returned with 4 Cando Quasquicentennial can cozies ... want one?
I can almost read what's playing at the Audi! Or is it a quasquicentennial greeting? Actually, that is my bet!
@cousin j. I think it actually said "Have a nice day!" :-)
Wish you had been there. It was street dance and parade and potluck madness.
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