Reminds me if the day my sister and I were hustling our 88 and 86 year old mom and dad to Logan to move to Florida. Dad ended up ass over teakettle at the bottom of the cellar starirs. My sister said she’d wheel him onto the plane bleeding if she had to. You can’t make this stuff up, Miss Catherine. This was wonderful.
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Award winning journalist, dog rescuer, husband, dad. If we met at Woodstock, I apologize for memory lapses.
