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On Mondays, and early flights to the East Coast

It's time for me to fly, literally. To RI. To visit/settle in the Daughter.

Time has flown, and I am totally jazzed to be headed her way.

Miss her. Want to see for myself that she's well.  All that.

I confirmed my hotel reservation  just now and am already impressed. Very nice lady answered with an accent you could cut with a knife..that made me immediately feel like a drawler...:-) This has happened before, when I lived in California, which was most unexpected as I'd always assumed my speech was kind of newscaster neutral, but I was wrong.

Kind lady with bracing accent gave me some good practical advice re: which exit NOT to take...apparently many many people get confused when the exit #'s reset going from RI to Mass. I would have done this as well, of this I'm certain.

Take care, all, and know I'm thinkin' about ya as I learn about RI and where my girl will be hanging out getting her horizons broadened over the next four years.

Stevie
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