airport-739311_640Life as a Miracle for the Colando couple seems to revolve around airports, not a door.

Life as a Miracle related to travel validates our quest, our zest for forays throughout the world.

The one I’ll relate in this post rolls back to 1993, when my husband traveled-for-a-month on business+fun in Europe.… ...

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What kind of person would quip thus to a waiter: “Bring me the smallest check, please?”

A cheeky one; that’s me, in case you don’t know. I may have smirked, but I didn’t wink. I promise; I was sincere.

What kind of waiter would take overlong to return to our table with the check…as he endlessly reduce-copied the bill to a thumbnail size.… ...

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As much as I crave my claim to a nonjudgmental nature, I snared myself the other day. Caught red-handed, er, red-faced.

Guilty.

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I maligned a couple of sullen overaged teens for spending too much time immersed in online games. Games with names sounding vaguely of comic books and war tomes.… ...

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“How can they allow motorcycles between the cars on the freeways? What if someone opened their cardoor?”

This question/comment from a Colorado visitor long before the state legalized dope… Yikes!

$_35Neither my husband or I replied. How could we? We were/are not ‘they’ and the imbecilic notion of opening one’s car door while going 65+ mph couldn’t be touched politely.… ...

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