I did something yesterday no man over age 65 should. I drove from an hour west of Des Moines, Iowa to Dublin, Ohio. The drive time was 13 hours in length. I stopped for fuel four times and during that time consumed three cups of coffee and two bagels. It was an uneventful trip except when, in Decatur, Indiana, my brakes locked up and I was forced to drive 90 miles at a speed of 45 mph. Magically, an hour from home I was able to inch up my speed to 60. The amazing part of this is I held down the F bombs to only four or five. I've qualified for Ripley's Believe It Or Not.
As I approached Dublin I thought about how excited my little rescue pooch would be when she saw me after my four day leave of absence. When I opened the front door I called her name. Nothing happened. I called again and there was no response. Finally, I walked to the top of the stairs then peeked around my bedroom door and there she was all sprawled our on my mattress. She raised her head and looked at me as if to say, "Have you been gone?"
The more things change the more they stay the same.
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