...there's no place like the Turnpike

A displaced Jersey girl who adjusted to life in Kentucky just in time to head back home.

Thursday, April 03, 2008

Overheard in the airport

The man sitting next to me on the phone with one of his sons.

He was telling the son that he was on the way to Florida with his sister to help his mother make arrangements for their father's funeral. It was clear that he had passed away after a long illness (there was talk of "not having to tell anyone to turn off the machines").

Fine, so it was not an unexpected death. But, one of the man's carry on items for his trip to his father's funeral? A tennis racket.

Who thinks of these things at a time like that?

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