It was a dark and snowy morning on Bainbridge Island. At the same time, in warm and balmy LA,
the kids were getting an early start, flying off to Seattle via a plane
transfer in Las Vegas from whence they had just come. Don’t ask. Despite all
the odds, they seemed to be doing fine, or so I was updated from headquarters in Portland over my cracking cell line. Meanwhile, I was spinning my wheels, right into
a snow bank along my driveway. I
politely abandoned the car, sloshed out to the street and hitched a ride to the
ferry terminal, raced to the baggage claim at SEATAC just in time to greet the
kids as their baggage chose to appear at its own, leisurely pace…all of
which was well-timed to sync with our not-so-waiting bus. Eventually, made it
back onto the ferry (a good thing they go back and forth ad infinitum) and into
the waiting arms of the mostly assembled and beaming families. Quite a start to a busy week.
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