I talked to my Grandmother last night…and we talked about them (the grandfolx) making the dreaded trip across the water 4 or so hours. They have never made a trip in a jetliner and hopping from island to island scares them. I would like them to visit me in my lifetime but if they don’t, I understand.

When they halfway worked up the nerve and i got a verbal commitment, the twin towers fell, and then the mail got poisoned. and then we went to war.

“what you ‘tink? we should still come?”

they have always been nearby. in my pocket universe, always available, just out of reach. only a sequence of buttons away. they need to hurry up and get here. looking online for tickets with no stopovers. I couldn’t risk them missing a connection and being stranded in Newark, or Atlanta, or Miami. that would be not good.