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I'm back!



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Yes.  We, as in me, have returned from an exhausting and always exhilarating near month on Northlandia.  Since it was a business trip and not necessarily pleasure, I do not have as much photos or coolness as you might imagine.  And, it was cold.  So, lets kick it off with a picture of my next aisle plane mate on Flight 980 from Moline to St. Pete-Clearwater on November 26th. 



Apparently she saw the 60 Minutes expose on the maintenance records of the Allegiant Air fleet.  "Hey lady, you know how many times a plane crashes?  Once."




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Florida drivers.




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I am happy to report that Miss Maddie, who I had the pleasure of sitting while back is still alive.  My greatest fear was this old lady would kick while I was there, but while she may have her infirmities, she still has a good appetite and loves her Grizzlies treats.  


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A last picture before my trip of the girls.  We met at Twistee-Treat for ice cream.



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A bald eagle I saw on the back roads of Seaton while cruising around in the Wombie's gas guzzling Jeep.  I put in about 45 buckaroos so I could be cool and broke.  Funny thing:  he waves to everybody whether he knows them or not.  Me, no way.  So most of Mercer County thinks he's mad at them because I didn't wave.



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Ya didn't think I'd stop being a good American just because I was up North, did ya?


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One of the best things about returning is seeing your dog again.


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Florida might have nice sunsets, but Northlandia's sunrises are right up there.

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I always drive by the old place when I am back.  The paint is faded terribly and needs a repaint.  In my years there I painted that big old thing three times.  It was not easy and took me about 2 weeks. Glad I don't have to do that again.  


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OK, got a pic or two from up North, and a pic of the girls and my anti-Trump meme.  I guess that does it for this lazy week and see you next Tuesday.

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