Musings on Green Sausages
Updated: Jan 1, 2021
One summer vacation, we were driving to the airport and Mommy was filling out our immigration cards only to realize that both my passport and my brother’s passport had expired. We spun around and headed back into town to a photographer to take passport pictures, to a Justice of the Peace to get them signed, and then to the passport office to get express passports issued. Suffice it to say, nobody left the country that day, and we had put ourselves on standby for outgoing flights. It’s not a simple task to get seven standby tickets on one plane, but two days later, the rest of my family flew overseas and left my brother and I to join them the day after, which was also the day that our passports would be ready.
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We flew straight to Annapolis and stayed with my sister’s friend as we waited on my family to drive up from Fort Lauderdale. The strangest sight greeted us when my family drove up in Brewster (our family’s white Dodge van). Daddy was lying down with his head in Mommy’s lap, stretched across the first passenger row, and my oldest sister, Priscilla was driving. You may ask, why on earth was he lying down?
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