We drove down I-15 to the airport |
We flew over the Rockies |
I got carded for wine and there were crayons at the paper-covered table |
Somebody made this casino/racetrack an offer they couldn't refuse |
I stood next to an old piano in a barn loft drinking a whiskey ginger |
I procured a stash of Tastykakes, a Phila-delicacy, for coworkers on a 5:30 a.m. Wawa run |
I ate kale slaw for brunch on the plane |
Charlie and his tongue were overjoyed to see us |
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