Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I ain’t the same
Mama, I’m coming home . . .
Ozzy Osbourne “Mama, I’m Coming Home”
This year has been a dizzying blur of arrivals and departures. Hours of staring at arrival and departure screens in airports and train stations. Hours of staring out of airplane, car, van, and train windows, watching the world rush by.
The last trip of 2024. May more adventures await.
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