wound its way back across the border and jaunting north. Lots and lots of people were technically in transition like health care and defense budget.
A highlight for our family was the release of some political prisoners. Our mama had done a special prayer vigil and got deemed an "anti-abortion activist". Boy, did we raz her. We knew you and Dad were saints, you didn't have to prove it. She'd made friends with Willie Nelson while captured. They "supported each others' causes for each other," "But," mama made clear, "My husband and I have never smoked pot and we're not doing that as a family to celebrate. But thanks. Nice meeting you." He was kind enough to stoop down and ask baby sister what she wanted. Dad dug out a pen and mom had a magazine page with concert dates. She got an autograph!
There were health checks all the way more nortè, and "frugal" people monitoring the travel food supplies. It's a big job getting people to eat the right foods for them. Most of us were younger then and were having a glorious time picking from colorful food trucks if we had spending money left.
The more north we got the more population was pooled as our Navies helped correct the flow of traffic on the seas and all manner of law enforcement, the world over, made adjustments to Port schedules and all that "getting better" in terms of true "safety" entails.
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