In 24 hours I will be in the Denver airport, bumming time with Jack, waiting for a flight that will carry us east.
In 48 hours I will be in my new dorm in the Brick, (hopefully) sleeping nestled 'mongst Empire State hills again.
So hard to imagine that I will probably never see again most of the people with whom I eat breakfast tomorrow.
Also hard to
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All the best,
George and Wendy Ericsson
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