Well, I talked him into it again. Fifth year in a row. Either I'm an extraordinarily persuasive person, or Greg is extraordinarily loving. (I suspect it's the latter.)

I had declared that this time we'd just fly up for a short visit, but little Cowboy Jack's kidney disease has inevitably progressed, and we're pretty certain this will be the last time my Dad has the opportunity to cuddle with the dog, and slip bits of food into Jack's waiting mouth when he thinks we're not watching.
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Seems like a quick trip to me. I sleep through 97% of it. |
So, you do the crazy long drive. For family. For snow. For tradition. For wings at Cavallo's. For love.
Now, I must get back to some deadlines. And the list for Greg to reassure him that the drive won't be too unbearable....
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