Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Flying Again

This has to come out.

So when I was in LA visiting the grandchildren, and children, of course, and driving south on Highway 1 (me thinks, we were lost, so maybe it was something else) got a call from another child requesting my presence in his city, 1600 miles away. He would love to see FD, too, he tells me. Nu?

And I'm still working out this trip. I pay, professionally, when I go out of town.

The solution, obviously, is we all move to Israel.

Then at least we don't have to fly so far to see one another.

Flying Better

2 comments:

Cry, it's okay, bubbala. Tell me everything.