28 November 2009

PTY>FLL

NEW SHOES, BOCA RATON, FLORIDA At home in San Carlos I receive urgent news from Connecticut that my Father collapsed on his way to Thanksgiving dinner, and is gravely ill. I pack quickly and prepare the house for vacancy, and, not knowing a date for return, lay some contingency plans. At dawn I wake, finish my chores, roll my luggage out to the Pan-American Highway, and step to the east-bound bus stand, quickly catching a bus to Panama City. Settling into a hotel I snag some WiFi, buy airline tickets, and wait a day for the north-bound flight.

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