The best part of traveling

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1. Awwww, that has got to be the best feeling evah. 🙂

   Welcome home Dave.

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2. It was funny. I’ve always talked about how neat it is to have people waiting for you at the top of the escalator when you get home from a long trip (based on some rare past occurances). But the nature of the airport and its logistics are such that it rarely happens. In this case, I was expecting it, and even SMSed Margie a couple of notes as we landed and got to the gate. I was in the last row on the plane, but we were a bit early, and I still made good time to the terminal — and as I came up the escalator …

   … nothing.

   Then I saw Margie and Katherine strolling over and looking at the fountain, so I leaned against the rail and just sat there smiling at them, until Katherine (“Daddy!”), then Margie (“Where?”) spotted me.

   It was neat. And it’s nice to be back home.

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