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Back in Minnesota where the house, still sans dogs and Kate, is even quieter. \u00a0A snow came during the time I was gone, barely 48 hours. \u00a0Not much, but enough to give the yard a coating of white and the driveway one of packed snow.<\/p>\n
Thanksgiving at Jon and Jen’s, a family first, went well. \u00a0Turkey eaten. \u00a0Sweet potatoes and cheese and stuffing and quiche and artichoke and bread pudding with pecan pie and ice cream. \u00a0Still, not ramming it in, eating with restraint.<\/p>\n
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(1960 Chrysler Valiant)<\/p>\n
When Kate went to pick-up the rental, they were all out of economy so she got upgraded to a Chrysler 200. \u00a0I can’t remember the last time I drove a piece of authentic Detroit iron. \u00a0A retro experience. \u00a0The cushiony ride, the clock in the dash that looked like a small clock for a desk, an interior designed to soothe. \u00a0Mostly though, it felt like a gunboat. \u00a0Like I should be engaging in some form of diplomacy. \u00a0Weird.<\/p>\n
Kate worked hard on Thanksgiving and she likes it. \u00a0She came back to the hotel and said, “I work hard.” \u00a0As if maybe I hadn’t noticed. \u00a0She’s out there until Monday. \u00a0I pick up the dogs tomorrow and the house’s noise level will pick up again. \u00a0I’m looking forward to it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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