About a month ago I promised news about a road trip. My mother and I planned to drive from St. Louis to Los Angeles. I imagined writing fascinating bulletins about our travels through Dallas, San Antonio, Santa Fe, Tucson, and L.A. I was packed and ready, and anxious to hit the road.
I got hit by a nasty flu instead. There seem to be two strains this year. My flu experience put me flat on my back for over a week, and I'm still not quite up to full strength. The same thing happened to my 24 year old son. But three other sons--22, 14, and 11--sailed through with just some fever and a nagging cough.
Anyway, I'm nearly recovered. But the road trip is off. This is the second time I've planned to travel to that part of the country. Last summer I was packed and ready to go. The night before we planned to leave, my son was hit by a car. He came out of it with a badly broken leg and needed surgery.
So I don't know about future trips. One of these days, I hope.
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