Ends Meet

I boycotted the fireworks tonight. They couldn’t possibly have been more excellent than Saturday’s. It takes a certain amount of masochism, a three a.m. wake up call, great weather, seemless airline connections, an hour of time zone savings, and about 15 milligrams of Xanax to make it to Eastern Iowa Airport before nine a.m., but…

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Blood Brothers

The van was idling in the loading zone, right where Jason left it. Mandy, Abbi, and I climbed aboard, and Jason pointed us back towards the park. The sun was beginning to sink in the west as we pulled in behind The Nadas’ bus, Meatloaf. I spotted my family striding towards me as I stepped…

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