Day...?-Flight to Charleston
I've been on a solitaire kick lately. I met a girl on the airplane who likes my band and gave her tickets to the show. So many airplanes these days. We're basically time traveling. My wife and daughter will be waiting at the hotel when I land. I'm a walking bag of dirty laundry. It doesn't matter. Give me some soap and hot water, two pairs of forest eyes and a trip to the aquarium. Is it really that simple? Maybe
