Only in Newark would an animal try to escape outdoor air. Or maybe Delhi, too. Or China!
I'm pretty sure it was the bluebird of happiness. I think that means seven years of good luck.
My memory of Newark airport is everyone honking at a nun who was taking too long to load her bag in the trunk. A 4'8, 70 year old nun and they honked!
Wow! That is amazing. :)
Thanks for checking out my blog. I LOVED your how we met story and am looking forward to reading more from you blog. I have actually never been to Jamestown, NY. Odd that. Cheers! Thanks for checking me out.
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