We flew from Portland to Houston to LaGuardia for Suzanne's baptism. It was a long couple of plane rides: seven hours in the air, plus a panicky scramble through the Houston terminal to get to our connecting flights just as they were announcing final boarding, and finally a hellish, near two hour wait for Budget to get us a car. Finally, after the brief satisfaction of firing the smooth 8-cylinder engine of our pimpin' Grand Marquis, a long 2 a.m. drive through bumper-to-bumper traffic, pea soup fog, and deer-haunted woods to an exhausted arrival at 12 Hilltop Ct.
It was a tough day, but I'm proud of how well my family held up. The girls stayed good-natured and well-behaved, and Barb and I managed not to freak out in frustration and anger and fatigue.
So: good job, Larrison family!
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