Now. If you know me on any form of a personal level, you know talking to me in my sleep is the equivalent of talking to a zombie with 1/4 of a brain. What I heard, processed as a plane hit the control tower of the air port and it fell. Still a sad situation, but not even a thousandth of the magnitude of what had really happened. It wasn't til we were sitting in the Ford dealership for whatever reason, and I was watching the TV screen....Thats when I felt bad for my lack of concern or care. It was then that I realized what exactly had happened earlier that morning when I was in my morning coma.
This first one is actually from a tea party held down town, but in my own opinion, it fits.
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Awesome shots! Old guy in the pic with the rows of flags looks kinda like Cotton Hill.
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