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Holding Hands
Adele were still living next door.
I noticed Winston’s old car in the driveway
and I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should stop in to say good-bye to my dear old friends since I knew that I would probably never return to this town again.
I drove past; but at the last moment, I stopped, backed up, and pulled into their driveway. I knocked on their front door and waited for about ten minutes. I walked around to the side door and tried again. I then tried the back door. Finally, I climbed back into the rental car and headed back to the hotel.
I was a bit relieved that they weren’t home because I wasn’t sure what I would have said, and I really don’t like “good-byes”.
The next morning, when I called the airline to con- firm my flight departure time, I was told that my 8:15 departure time had been delayed by at least three hours because of a storm-front that had clogged things up at the airport of the city where I was destined for. I had learned over the years of extensive travel that it was always a good idea to check on your flight before you left for the airport. One more time, experience paid off.
With three unexpected hours on my hands, I decided to drive back to my old house one more time since my hometown was only twenty-five minutes from the hotel where I was staying at near the airport. Deep down, I was hoping to see, for just one last time, that old familiar sight of
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