On the way to the airport for my recent trip to Atlanta, I admired the driver’s prayer beads and asked if I could take a picture of them. He obliged. When we arrived at the airport, he gave them to me. Such a sweet gesture, but being a horrible flyer, I, of course, wondered if he knew something I didn’t. Thankfully he didn’t.
My favorite notebook ever.
New Jersey below.
My sister mentioned ages ago that she reads trashy magazines on her flights. With three flights over the last three months, I have since adopted the practice. And got completely caught up on all my gossip.
Atlanta below.
The driver had no idea what this monument was for. Anyone?
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