We’re Gonna Do 2013 Our Way
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“Welcome to American Airlines.” She was a lovely woman. No icicle teeth. No smoldering flames behind her eyes. “Of course, these tickets are valid. Please, step right up and claim your priority seat to Chicago.”
MTM and I arrived in Chicago early (or two days late, depending upon one’s point of view). By now we all know, this travel saga has not been a fiction. We touched down and walked to the O’Hare bus terminal, because a bus was the only way we could get from Chicago to Milwaukee.
Through a blast of steam, the driver beamed at us and kissed my hand. “Buenos Dias. My bus is your bus, as long as you do not mind my listen to Espanish Christian music. And singing. At the top of my voice.”
“We don’t mind.” We said it in stereo.
We settled in for a ride through the snow-blanketed countryside. Powder dusted the windshield, licked at the windows. A picture postcard of wintry perfection. It was glorious.
Mostly. The driver couldn’t sing. But whatever. We were almost there.
I stooped to kiss the frozen sidewalk in downtown Milwaukee and almost had to be pried up from there. We were finally, miraculously, visitors to Milwaukee, the city of the spawned dear MTM. And Miller High Life. And a shot and a beer for a buck.
And Laverne & Shirley.
We decided, then and there, in the back of my sister-in-law’s Jeep, slipping and sliding down the arctic interstate, that we would do 2013 our way. Lucky 2013. Make all our dreams come true.
That’s my wish for you in 2013, Dear Reader.
May your year be lucky.
May everything go your way.
May your every dream come true.