Hearing about your bus trip, Boyd, makes me nervous and the nervous
twitches begin again. I haven't been on a bus to visit anyone in a number
of years. But the band tours, orchestra tours, high school band contests
that I've been a chaporrone on in recent years (which in itself is funny -- me
a chaporrone -- HAHA!), and the National Lutheran Youth Conference I
went to on a bus from Austin to Denver with a driver going through the mountains,
at night, exceeding the speed limit, and making each switchback like we
were in some thrill seeker movie have all left me with an intense dislike
for busses and a need to visit my reserved padded cell each time.
And I used to like flying, but now that the government has told people to
look for anyone who is sweating profusely, that may be a dislike soon. If
you were to have seen me the past few days I guess you could have had me
picked up as a possible terrorist, because that's all I've done. My kingdom to
be packing behind a privacy fence.
Nancy