A storm of sexting kexting this morning began with a pitcher (intentionally misspelled) of a breakfast in the Atlanta airport because I guess if you want to travel by plane to Albuquerque these days, one way to get there is through Atlanta.

Apparently everyone else in the restaurant was drinking multiple mimosas, at 8:?? AM EDT. I would probably not have been drinking *multiple* mimosas but if I were flying, I would certainly have had one (or maybe two) and then probably a whine on the plane. I am a nervous flyer and a weeeeee bit of alcohol takes the edge off although I know better than to get rip-roaring drunk while flying. Not a good thing. Sleep on a plane? R U kidding me? My musician ears/body are constantly attuned to every little change in noise, altitude, or whatever. Even though my WWII pilot dad flew me up in small planes all the time when I was little and it was always fun and sometimes he even let me control the plane a bit when I was in the passenger seat. Go figger.

So, Albuquerque. It’s a wedding and the bride and groom are wonderful. They traveled out here last summer and we toured them around Houghton Lake on the Pontoon Bote and they marveled at the amount of green and water we have here. In the summer. They didn’t get to witness the hardland of the winter.

My parents got married somewhere out in the southwest. I wish I could remember where. It was during WWII and they got married at the moment they did because my dad, who had spent his war years as a flight instructor, had recently been told he would be sent to the South Pacific to fly combat missions. My mom took the train(s) down to where he was. When she arrived at the station, there was NO ONE THERE. It was closed for the night. She was pretty much terrified and then a man approached her. It was my dad! Happy ending.

The next happy ending was that “we” dropped bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, effectively ending World War II. This was a happy ending for my parents, who didn’t have to face my dad being deployed to combat duty in the south Pacific. It was a horrific ending for the Japanese people and I hope we do NOT EVER deploy nuclear bombs anywhere on earth any time again. Or even threaten them. Have we not learned our lesson?

Anyway, my mom apparently told her grandchildren that they considered settling in Albuquerque. She may have told me that too but I don’t quite remember. They didn’t. They came back to the Great Lake State, first to Detroit, where mom’s family lived, then to dad’s home in Sault Ste. Siberia. I wonder who/what I would be like if I had grown up in Albuquerque. If I hadn’t been a Yooper. Not sure.

I think I need to go to Albuquerque and other places in the American southwest one of these days to see where my parents lived when they were young. Where were they when my dad bought her that beautiful old Singer sewing musheen, etc.?

The pic was sent to me from Albuquerque (or maybe Santa Fe). That is not my reality this weekend. I am at the Cfam cabin at Houghton Lake. It is beautiful here and although I am a bit tired of traveling and had to kind of sneak outta work early, I made the effort and I am glad we’re here.

Love y’all and g’night, -KW

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