Dear Life, After a day of travel, I arrived in CT. Laughed with my sister and brother-in-law over dinner while telling them adventure stories: falling on the up escalator in Dallas Airport while rushing to make connection (thank you, Angel Chad, who helped me stand up and together), the Rental Car shuttle driving so far through Astoria, Queens, I thought I was getting kidnapped, and then me taking my rental car, ZIA SOUL, through the carwash at the pick-up lot because it had bird poop all over it. A worker ran over and said, “You can’t do that!” Well, I already had and the car was now clean. A necessity. Welcome Home!
Yours Truly, Pamela Rose

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