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Thank goodness I grew up on Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation. I decided that this trip needed to be documented given the surreal series of events associated with it. The back story. We have not traveled since our fall 2019 trip to New Haven, Connecticut, due to the COVID outbreak that exploded in early 2020. However, we had not seen Malia or our grandchildren since December 2015, when they came to Hawaii. That seemed a little too long—and we had not ever met our youngest grandchild, Lilli. Hence, when we saw Malia’s post that she was at emergency with Lilli, who had pneumonia and an inflamed heart, we decided it was time to travel, COVID notwithstanding. After checking with mom’s caregivers and hospice nurse about how absence might affect mom, I went online to book travel.
First step was to verify available dates for our house/plant/cat sitter, Rosemary, who let us know that she was available the first week of July and otherwise booked. I began exploring travel for the period between July 1 and July 12. Funny how much can change in a few years. I checked the Hawaiian Airlines website to see if I could set up air travel to Newport News, VA. When that did not work, I explored other options, trying to limit the number and location of transfers to Newport News. CheapTickets wound up being the best option as they offered travel via Hawaiian Air to JFK, connecting to Delta to Newport news…or so I thought. After carefully booking air travel, I realized that I had booked us into Norfolk vs. the Newport News airport. Upside: one transfer; downside: 30-minute drive to hotel. Oh, well, at least we had tickets and I was able to book car and hotel as well.
Reconfirmed with Rosemary. Then Malia came down with something that resulted in multiple antibiotics. What she thought was laryngitis was clearly much more serious, as the ENT she saw told her. That was followed by mom suddenly having difficulty swallowing and not eating for most of a day. She finally took some fluids and food late in day and improved thereafter. More discussions with caregivers and hospice led us to keep our travel plans. A tip from friends led us to seek TSA pre-check approval. The Friday before we were to fly to Virginia, we walked into an office to apply. We were advised that we should have approval e-mail in two or three days, although they were backlogged so it might take 60 days. We figured that, if we did not get approval, we planned to head to the airport early anyway (approval notice was received Tuesday before travel). Meanwhile, we set about repairing a few appliance glitches with which we had been living for several months.
First was repair of dishwasher door so it no longer fell open. Repairman completed work handily, informing us in the process that he had repaired both door springs even though only one had failed, which was fortunate as the door would have completely collapsed if both springs had broken. Then we decided to call a repairman to fix our leaking icemaker and our washing machine that was getting imbalanced way too often. I was at hula when the repairman came, so Rick covered repair. Checking my phone for messages when we had a break, I discovered a message from Rick for an appointment to purchase a refrigerator. Calling him to find out what was going on, I learned that the repairman had said he would not fix the icemaker as the refrigerator would fail in one to two weeks due to a freon leak. Fortunately, the washing machine was an easy fix as the machine simply needed to be leveled. That was the Monday before we were to travel (on Friday). I did a quick online search to try to figure out where we might have our best chance of finding a refrigerator on short notice, which was discouraging as the earliest listed delivery date was July 6. Tuesday morning Rick and I headed out to find a refrigerator. We had originally planned to go to Best Buy based on multiple recommendations but decided to stop at Lowe’s on the way due to previous experience and the fact that they opened much earlier than Best Buy. Throwing desires to the wind, we settled on a Frigidaire refrigerator with less capacity than our existing refrigerator, no icemaker, a top vs. bottom freezer, and side opening door vs. French doors. We were told it could be delivered Thursday and they would remove our old refrigerator (for a $40 fee), which sealed the deal. Also said they would confirm delivery time in advance, which we appreciated as we had tickets to the first Ke Kani O Ke Kai concert of the year on Thursday evening. Refrigerator cost us just under $700 vs. the $2,000 to $3,000 anticipated. I proceeded to start emptying refrigerator in anticipation of travel and fridge switch.
Wednesday morning, I received a call that the refrigerator would be delivered Thursday. When I asked for a more specific time, I was told they would call later with details. No call was received by 4:15 p.m., so I tried calling Lowe’s to confirm delivery time. No one answered the phone after several minutes and tries. I went to Lowe’s website for help, finally finding their help chat which turned out to be robotic. After a number of automated responses, I was able to request a human who eventually told me that they usually deliver between 8:00 a.m. and noon. That was helpful.
Thursday morning, I went to visit mom to be sure I got to do so before we left. Shortly after 10:00 a.m., I received a call from the refrigerator delivery personnel that they would be at our home in 15 minutes. Fortunately, I had completely emptied the refrigerator and freezer before heading out to visit mom that morning. I called Rick to alert him that delivery people were on their way. I was at Kahala Mall by that time, another saga: went to Long’s, which had no ice trays; Simply Organized, which only had Japanese polypropylene trays in odd shapes; tried Compleat Kitchen as a last resort, finally asking a sales rep for help as I could not find any trays. Eureka! Not only did they have a variety of ice trays, but they were on sale. Bought two trays and headed home. When I got home, delivery was in progress. Rick had carefully measured fridge at Lowe’s, confirming new fridge could be brought into house without removing the fridge doors. Unfortunately, he forgot about back of fridge. Doors had to be removed from new fridge to get it into kitchen. Rick grabbed ice bin from old fridge to use in new—with ice. Trouble was, when delivery men disconnected the line to the old icemaker, the line not only spilled water on floor, but continued to drip after Rick closed the valve under the sink. A plumber was needed, and a bucket would have to do until then. Old refrigerator was removed. New refrigerator installed and we were told to not put anything in the fridge until it cooled down in four to five hours—except for the ice bin as it would help cool the freezer faster. I loaded all freezer items into new freezer and the great plumber hunt began.
First call for plumber went to the company we had worked with most recently. They could not send anyone out until the following Tuesday. Not ideal, but I went ahead and scheduled the appointment as I continued to seek more immediate help. Called a couple of other companies, both of which had answering services at which I left no messages. However, one called back. When I explained our problem with the dripping icemaker line and travel the next day, the person who called was very sympathetic and said they could have someone out at 6:00 p.m. today, Thursday. What a relief, although it did mean we would have to miss Ke Kani O Ke Kai. I had been texting back and forth with Joleen about saving seats at the concert and had to tell her we would not be able to do so as we would miss the concert. She asked if she could have one of our tickets for the concert as she had a friend who would like to go. We were happy to share and asked if she knew anyone else who might want a ticket. No, so I gave her one ticket. And so, we waited for the plumber.
We received an update from the plumber that he would be at our house between 4:30 and 6:30. He showed up about 4:00, assessed situation, asked what we wanted (replace valve or cap line). We said to cap the line. He quickly completed work after turning off water to house. Yay! Except that the capped line sprayed water all over when water was turned on again. Two more tries and the repair was completed by about 5:15 p.m. We were exhausted and had no food in the house for dinner. My fridge clearing had been based on our getting dinner at Ke Kani O Ke Kai and lunch the following day at the airport. I went to Foodland to pick up something for dinner—fried chicken, penne pasta, and watermelon slices. Not original but it met the need. Relaxing after dinner, I remembered that I needed to check us in for our flights the next day. Hawaiian Air website was a bit confusing and would not let us print boarding passes, although it did confirm that we were checked in.
Tried again to print Hawaiian boarding passes Friday morning with no luck. Had Rick try on his laptop and he was similarly stumped. I was, however, able to print boarding passes for Delta leg. Delta site had confirmed we were checked in when I input travel info, so that was good. Then I received an e-mail that our Hawaiian flight was delayed one hour. Anticipated arrival time at JFK still looked like we should have plenty of time to get to our Delta flight, which we were told would be in the same terminal at JFK. Unfortunately, we had no lunch food in house as we had expected to eat at the airport. Fortunately, Joleen had offered to give us a ride to the airport, so when I checked on whether she could still give us a ride an hour later, she graciously offered to fix lunch for us as well. Problem solved. As we were now heading to airport later, we expected to meet up with Rosemary for last minute questions as she said she would be at our home at noon to help kitties settle in, but she did not show up as promised. Concerned, I texted her to say we were sorry to miss her and received a cryptic “Crickey back” response. Not sure what that was about, I replied that I hoped she was okay. Response was “moving slowly”—another cryptic response. I replied “Oh no” and shifted focus to final packing and getting to airport. Showed Joleen where our emergency key was in case Rosemary did not show.
Left home at 1:00 p.m., getting to airport before 1:30 p.m. Patient Hawaiian agent helped us with boarding passes and check-in, pointing us to TSA pre-check. Picked up two nice, but pricey, neck pillows in hopes they would help us sleep on flight. Got to gate by 2:20 p.m., where a monitor posted flight departure time as original 3:40 p.m. vs. 4:40 p.m. as per e-mail received earlier. Gate was at the end of new Hawaiian terminal area. We watched as people slowly arrived for flight. Much confusion was generated by that monitor. Some people had not received the e-mail departure time update, which added to worries. Flight wound up being delayed until 5:40 p.m. due to a mechanical problem. New arrival time still looked like we should have no problem getting to our connecting flight—arrival time was 8:18 a.m. and Delta flight was scheduled to depart at 10:00 a.m., with a 9:30 boarding time.
Travel was finally under way. Seats had enough room for Rick’s long legs. I made first packing miss discovery—did not bring my usual travel shawl for the flight. Oh well. We had Hawaiian blankets so I hoped that that would be enough. Flight was fairly smooth—and chilly. Dozed off and on, following flight path on map, which showed us flying north and heading inland over Eugene, Oregon, before turning more easterly. Assumed storms were the reason for the northerly route across the continent. Zigzagged as flight approached New York. Landed at 8:48 a.m. and sat on runway for several minutes until a plane cleared the gate at which we were to deplane. Finally got off plane and headed to connecting Delta flight…which turned out to be at the opposite end of the terminal—a mile away. Half running and using whatever moving walkways were available, we reached the Delta gate just before 9:30 a.m. (with one stop at restroom for me). Rick headed to restroom near gate and agent announced boarding was starting. Rick returned as they announced comfort-plus group could board (that was us!). Our seats were not together, but close, and the plane was small. Fortunately, overhead bins were fairly low as my backpack was heavy.
Delta flight went well. Pilot had cautioned that the first portion of the flight might be a little bumpy, but no major problems. We arrived in Norfolk fifteen minutes ahead of schedule but had to sit for several minutes on the tarmac for a plane to clear the gate at which we were to deplane, then at the gate as we waited for someone to operate the jetway so we could deplane. Finally got off the plane and headed for baggage claim, which was a relatively short walk. We were pleasantly surprised to see luggage arriving as we neared our baggage claim area. What a relief to be able to move forward with our trip…or not. Carousel stopped before our luggage appeared. We went to the Delta baggage counter and were informed that our luggage would be arriving on a flight scheduled to land at 2:30 p.m. I asked if luggage could be delivered to our hotel and was told that that was a possibility, but that delivery might not happen until the following day. Agent also said that flights had been arriving early all morning and the 2:30 was expected at 2:17 p.m. We opted to have lunch at the airport and wait for our luggage as it was noon by that time. Headed back to atrium where we had seen some dining areas, going first to an interesting looking place called Bar & Kitchen. Sign at entrance said to order at the bar, so we first sought a table at which to put our things before ordering. On the way to what looked like a dining-only area, a woman at a table told me we would probably do better sitting on the opposite side of the restaurant near the bar as her group had been sitting for several minutes and no one had come near them. We assumed she had missed the sign at the entrance, but decided to move just in case, stopping at the bar to order on our way. No one paid any attention to us, despite at least two individuals idling behind the bar. Looking out the glass wall of the restaurant, I noticed a Burger King across the way. We went there.
One adequate lunch later, we headed back to baggage claim to wait for our luggage, stopping at the Budget car rental counter on the way. The Budget counter was closed and a sign said to go to the Avis counter for assistance. Doing so, we spoke with a pleasant agent who explained that Avis had bought Budget and they only opened the Budget counter if they had enough personnel on hand and were expecting a lot of customers. I explained that we had reserved a car for pickup at 11:45 a.m. but that our luggage had not arrived, we had been told it would arrive at 2:30 p.m., and wondered whether we should wait to check in for our car. The agent advised that we should check in for our car now as we could pick up the key and wait to pick up the car until after we had our luggage, so we proceeded with checking in. The Nissan SUV that I had reserved online was not available. No Nissan was available. Asked how many people would be riding in the car, we explained that we were visiting grandchildren and might be transporting four individuals in addition to ourselves. The agent offered a Jeep Compass to which we agreed. We completed paperwork and headed to garage to pick up key to car. After picking up key, we went to check out car, which seemed okay in the dim lighting. Completing that task, we returned to baggage claim to wait for our bags.
Meanwhile, Becky texted to see if we had arrived yet. She was bogged down in traffic on I-95, but anticipated reaching our hotel by 3:00 p.m. We told her we expected to be there shortly after 3:00 p.m., as we did not anticipate getting bags until sometime after 2:30 p.m. Checking the monitor for flight information, we saw that the 2:30 flight was expected at 2:18 p.m. It actually arrived at 2:07 p.m. and we were on the road by 2:30 p.m. with me navigating (thank you Google Maps). Had plugged phone in to outlet in car as I was concerned that I might run out of battery before we got to hotel. Plug wound up connecting phone to car’s communication system, although it would not display the navigation map—I had to follow it on my phone.
Travel to hotel was reasonably uneventful, except for Becky calling to see how we were doing and knocking us off the navigation app. Frantically telling her to please hang up, we would call later, I got back on app with minimal difficulty. Exited freeway to head to hotel and arrived at hotel, except that it was not where our wonderful navigation app said the hotel should be. Driving around what we thought must be the location, we finally saw a Marriott sign (our hotel). Pulled up to the main door, got out, grabbed our bags, and headed inside to check in. A pleasant clerk welcomed us and confirmed our reservations, including the extra room for two days that I had reserved for Becky—who was not yet at the hotel. If we wanted rooms close together, one was ready, but the other was not. We preferred two rooms near one another, so we opted to take the room that was ready until the other was available. Rick asked about sign on counter that said 8 = 0. Clerk let us know that when we completed our stay survey, we should please rate them a 10 as management considered anything 8 or below to be equal to a zero. I hoped I would be able to do so. We finally headed to our room, discovering on the way that we needed to use our room key to operate the elevator.
We had just reached our room and were starting to unpack when Becky called to say she had arrived. We headed back downstairs to join her and move our car to the parking garage. Got Becky checked in, parked cars (discovering in the better light than at pickup that someone had apparently tried very hard to break into the right rear passenger door—edge of window was chipped), headed back up to our room where we left Becky’s bags as her room was not yet ready, and headed out to explore. Wound up at Cove Tavern for tropical drinks, bruschetta, and tacos for dinner (delicious). Headed back to hotel to shift Becky’s things to her room. Rick and I opted to go to bed early while Becky headed over to Malia’s for game night. Our room turned out to be a bit of a challenge. We had no luggage rack and the lovely view of the fountain shown online was absent from our room. Instead, we had a view of the roof and adjacent buildings. The desk lamp had a mind of its own, turning off at random moments. The bed sagged in the middle, the bathroom door stopper had no rubber stopper, so was digging into the enamel on the side of the tub, and the edge of the carpet near the bathroom door was frayed. Other than that, everything seemed fine. We lay down to read, trying to stay up as long as possible to get ourselves on east coast time. We were asleep by 7:00 p.m.
Sunday morning, we felt better after a solid night’s sleep. Becky joined us for breakfast in the hotel restaurant where we regaled her with tales of our peculiar room. Her room had no such idiosyncrasies, had a slight view of the fountain, and had a bed that seemed level. That was a relief! We wound up switching to Becky’s room when she left on Monday. Much better. Becky also told us about trying to call the front desk and discovering that it was not possible—calls were routed to Marriott’s call center.
Our stay in Newport News overall was a good one. Weather report kept threatening thunder and lightning that did not develop. Our first Sunday it did storm for a couple of hours, which did not affect us as we spent the time at the Mariners Museum (neat displays that Rick and I revisited later to catch an exhibit for which we did not have time on our first visit). Had a good visit with Becky our first weekend and enjoyed spending time with Malia and family, the primary objective of our trip. July 3rd we all attended a soccer game at Christopher Newport University that was followed by fireworks, taking care of our July 4th celebration. Rick and I explored the Virginia Living Museum with Malia, Trystan, Grayson, and Lenora. It was good to see Malia and kids. Trystan is now nearly as tall as Rick and Lenora is turning into a lovely young lady. Nice to see Grayson growing into a sweet young boy and get to meet our youngest grandchild, Lilli—a little bundle of smiles. Malia invited us to join them at Wendwood pool a couple of times, where we got to watch her training swimmers and coaching the swim team, and even jumped in the pool ourselves to play with Lilli for a bit. Malia and Becky talked Rick and me into going to Fort Monroe at the tip of the peninsula, which was visually and historically fascinating.
Newport News is lovely and green with lots of tall trees and beautiful old homes. Temperatures were warm at first, turning quite hot one day before deciding to cool considerably towards the end of our stay. We encountered Le Diner en Blanc while at the Marriott City Center as the event took place on the drive in front of the hotel (in the rain). Much mystery associated with the event, and no one could or would tell us what was going on as they were setting up. Fascinating mix of people at our hotel, including Masons gathering for meetings, youth baseball team families in town for a competition, and attendees at Le Diner en Blanc. We enjoyed exploring City Center at Oyster Point, which seems quite new. Intriguing mix of “apartment homes,” businesses, movie theater, restaurants, and retail outlets. My favorite restaurants at City Center were Kitchen 740, Hayashi Sushi & Grill, and Taste. Taste is a sandwich/salad place that also sells specialty foods, including soups and entrees to take home for meals. Also enjoyed Moe’s Southwest Grill’s (near Newport News airport) build-your-own burritos, tacos, and bowls; Bonefish Grill (Oyster Point Road); Indulge (in Hilton Village); and Deadrise (in Fort Monroe). The Newport News coastline intrigued me as we looked out across the James River at the low-lying coast across and up the river. It made me wonder what the first Europeans to arrive thought of the area, the river is so wide. July 11 we were to head home. Sunday morning, I went to the front desk to ask for assistance with hotel computer and printer to print boarding passes. The person at the front desk advised me that the printer did not work, and I would have to e-mail our boarding passes to her to print. Back upstairs to go to Delta site to get passes and, hopefully, to Hawaiian site as well. Going to Delta site, I discovered that checking in there and clicking print boarding passes link brought up passes for both Delta and Hawaiian. Hurrah! Except there was no way to save the images…until Rick pointed out that if I selected Print, then Print to PDF, I could save the passes to e-mail to the front desk. I did that. We went back downstairs and told the front desk clerk that we had e-mailed the passes to her. She excused herself, disappeared into a back room, and returned with our passes—printed landscape. Whatever. We had our passes for both legs of return trip.
As we had a 7:00 a.m. flight from Norfolk, I set my phone alarm for 4:00 a.m.—the wakeup call number on the room phone did not appear to work (we just got a busy signal when we tried calling). We wanted to be sure to have time to shower, do final packing, and get on road for the half hour drive back to Norfolk International Airport. After a restless night, we got up slightly before 4:00 a.m. and were on the road by 4:30 a.m. with me navigating again. As we got onto I-64, Rick let me know that the “low tire” light had come on. I spent the drive willing the car to get us to the airport (it worked). Fortunately, traffic was light, and rain of previous day had eased. We navigated the miles of construction around the Hampton Road bridge tunnels and found the rental car return relatively easily. Turned in car, advising agent of the low tire light, and headed into airport to check in. Took bags to Delta check-in, where agent asked what our final destination was. We told her Honolulu. She printed bag tags, giving us stubs, and pointed us to TSA. TSA went smoothly and we headed to gate, seeking breakfast on the way—there was none to be had. Rick said we would simply pick up something when we got to JFK. I said we would probably get a snack on the flight up, which we did—a cherry chocolate crunch bar. It was a deliciously small square.
Flight to JFK was smooth and we arrived two hours before our connecting flight on Hawaiian. Our walk back through the terminal was as long as before, but less fraught. There were long lines at all food spots as we walked to our gate. Wound up picking up a bottle of water (and a shawl!) but no food. Rick said we would have meal on flight. Flight loaded up starting at 9:15 a.m. for 10:00 a.m. flight. Turns out Hawaiian has a policy that they stop boarding fifteen minutes before departure time. I was feeling queasy from lack of sleep and food, so sipped water and welcomed POG and chips when offered. Meal was a weird pasta affair, but food. Dozed and read on flight, which was mostly smooth. Pilot took southerly route this time. We arrived in Honolulu at 2:38 p.m., earlier than the 3:00 p.m. time on our confirmation. We confidently walked to baggage claim to collect our bags. There was a large crowd at baggage claim as a flight from Boston was also unloading luggage there. We waited as luggage appeared and disappeared on conveyor, then stopped appearing. A Hawaiian agent asked if we were awaiting a bag and I told her we were waiting for two bags. Other travelers were similarly waiting. Hawaiian agent told us we needed to go to the baggage counter to make a claim, so we walked across the baggage claim area to the Hawaiian baggage claim counter. We advised a gentleman there of our problem, he took our luggage tags (asking me to first photograph them for my records), and started to fill out a form when another agent said, “Wagner? I already filled out a form, your bags will arrive on flight 51 tomorrow.” I asked if they could delivery our bags and was told that they could and that they would call us the next day to confirm. I was also told that delivery started at 6:30 p.m. After completing and receiving a copy of paperwork, we headed out to find a taxi. Rick followed signs to ground transportation and headed to island where taxis were to be met. There were other travelers standing there but no agent to assist with calling taxis. There was, however, a telephone with various numbers to dial for ground transportation options. I tried dialing the number for a taxi, but nothing happened. Back to wait with Rick. A taxi pulled up and a family started to load into it. Another taxi pulled up and Rick stepped up to claim it. The driver looked a bit surprised by our lack of luggage but gave us a ride home—for $56. It was good to finally get home. Dropped bags, checked refrigerator, and headed to Foodland to pick up something for dinner and for breakfast. We headed to bed at 6:30 p.m.
Tuesday morning, I received a call from Hawaiian advising me that our bags had been loaded on flight 51 from JFK and would be arriving about 2:30 p.m. that afternoon. The agent confirmed that we wanted our bags delivered and advised that I would be called later with the delivery time. At 4:23 p.m., I tried calling Hawaiian to check on our bags and was unable to reach anyone. At 6:00 p.m., I received a call that our bags had arrived and would be delivered within four to five hours. At 6:20 p.m., I received an e-mail from the delivery service, with an e-mail to verify and track baggage delivery. At 6:33 p.m., I received an e-mail that our baggage was picked up from the Baggage Service Office and was on its way to the delivery service’s distribution center awaiting driver assignment. I was promised e-mail updates and again provided the website on which I could access baggage delivery information. According to the website, our baggage delivers “tomorrow by 12:30 am”. Also according to the website, “Residential deliveries after 11 pm will go out the next morning unless prior arrangements have been made with the airline”. I have no idea how those prior arrangements should be made, it is now 9:30 p.m., no further e-mails have been received, and the website does not indicate whether our baggage has moved from the airport. The adventure continues.
12:30 a.m. received call from baggage delivery service in response to my online notice that we had not received baggage and asking for delivery. Agent said baggage could not be delivered as zip code provided (96815) was incorrect, so bags had been assigned to a delivery person who only served Waikiki. I noted that the correct zip code (96821) had been provided to Hawaiian Airlines baggage service when we reported missing baggage and had been recorded on baggage irregularity report, of which we had a copy. Agent said he did not have that report and had received direction to delivery to 96815 zip. I noted that a simple GPS check would have shown our address was not in Waikiki. Agent said our bags would be returned to Hawaiian and we should contact them in the morning to arrange pickup or delivery. Agent then said delivery service had a truck that would go out at 10:00 a.m. the next day and our bags could be delivered between 11:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m. and wished me a good night. Right. Wednesday, July 13, I called Hawaiian at 7:30 a.m. to check on bag situation. On hold for forty minutes so far. Tried redialing in case original call went into never-never land. Message on Hawaiian number confirms baggage service hours are 6:00 a.m. to 11:00 p.m., all agents are busy, but I can hold. Jazz music is getting old. No e-mail updates from delivery service and check of their site does not provide any updates other than that our baggage was picked up yesterday at 6:31 pm and delivers today by 12:30 am. No idea whether that is carryover from yesterday or actually updated information. We wait. At least delivery folks now have correct zip code.
10:46 a.m. have now posted on Hawaiian’s Facebook page and sent an e-mail to their central baggage services office. Tried one more time to reach Honolulu office by phone without luck. Delivery site does not show any action, just promises delivery today by 12:30 a.m., which may be a carryover from yesterday. Nuts.
12:15 p.m. Rad called from delivery service to state that bags were “on the truck” and heading our way shortly.
4:08 p.m. I received a call from delivery driver that he was five minutes away from our place, had both bags, and would deliver soon.
4:21 p.m. I received a text from Rick that bags were received in good condition.
And so the saga ends…on to laundry.
Email Richard dot J dot Wagner at gmail dot com