Louisiana Ticket Purchase

Yesterday I talked about my trip to the steel mill, made possible by my son and son-in-law. But you need to understand that of my eight children, the others are equally concerned for my well-being. A few years ago, my son in Louisiana flew me down for a 52-mile canoe paddling trip  on the Bayou La Fouche. Filled with beautiful scenery, great food and new friends, the four-day trip was memorable, but when it was over I had to be carried from the shore strapped to the back of a trained alligator. Each of my body's 656 muscles had quit working. It took 4 hours to pry the paddle from my hands.
There have been many subsequent trips. Among my favorites, the time I babysat the dogs and cats while he and the family went on a Mexican Cruise. Or the time I came to organize a yard sale.
Don't get me wrong! I love my Louisiana son, and he treats me well. Two years ago we went to pick up a car in Florida. He wanted me to try the best Louisiana burger and the best Louisiana fried chicken. Not too many hours later I had the best Louisiana heart attack.

So it came as no surprise that I received another plane ticket via email. Maybe he needs an addition put on the house. He always looks for a good price on a ticket, but this year he got a particularly good deal. My flight is today, September 11. With my luck, they'll run out of peanuts.