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Definition of a Friend

Wednesday, 29 June 2011


On hold with American Airlines, I frantically text the Ima, “can I crash at your place tonight?” I needed to get to PA by Tuesday morning, but a series of unfortunate events prevented me from making my connection on Monday afternoon.

My mobile rang. It was the Ima. “Of course.”

The American Airlines representative was back on the line.

“Can you get me to Chicago today?” I inquired, “Because if you can get me to Chicago today, I can fly out first thing in the morning.”

So it was that the Ima drove a half hour to get me, gave me a comfy place to rest my keppe, and had Abba Sababa drive me back to the airport a mere seven hours later.

And there were baked goods awaiting me upon arrival.

3 Comments leave one →
  1. Wednesday, 29 June 2011 9:30 am

    LOVE YOU!!!!!! It was so much fun to see you – come ANYTIME and please stay for longer next time, k???? 🙂

  2. Wednesday, 29 June 2011 10:51 am

    Nice! Did you see a house that you like?

  3. Wednesday, 29 June 2011 4:57 pm

    I have seen pix of those baked goods. Not the ones waiting for you, but others. They look good.

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