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Back To Florida

As so, just like that it was time to head back to Florida. I surveyed the work on the Henderson house and was pretty pleased by the furnace and electric work. The house appears to be well taken care of and the sump system should keep up with the Spring rains. The visits with my friends are always fun, the Blick Christmas party was exciting, and just being back is like medicine. But, time went fast and back to the QC airport and the wings of Allegiant Air.



Heading back to Moline to board my flight back to Florida.  Typical early winter overcast skies, the gloominess perfectly captured my feelings.


Waiting to board my flight.  Bro Phil called to thank me again for coming up.  I told him it my pleasure and I meant it.  Nice trip. 


Buckled in and ready to fly.


This was a fun trip.  I kind of went off half-cocked after the email from Jeanne and wondered if I had been too precipitous.  I was worried the trip would be a let down and if the expense would be worth it all.  Well, yes it was, worth it all.  Except for not having a beer at the NHCC, scratching, cigar smoking and dissecting the news of the day, the itinerary proved to be very much worth the price of admission.  Breakfast with the girls, chatting with Pat, the Root Beer floats, the Christmas party at Blick, the family reunion, and church with Mark and Holly, seeing the Grove Street gang and the Sutors, proved to be a fun and enjoyable time, filled with many memories.  You can't put a price on a good time, and this was a good time.        

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