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The weekend turned out all right, I suppose. At least I wasn’t too tired to get up and go to work Monday. Based on my experience with air travel in recent years, it could have been otherwise.

It’s just a car, a friend said, when I mentioned how sad I felt trading my car for a new one.

I am just an inside kind of guy, I guess.

I was taking the kitchen trash bag out to the garbage can at the side of the house Saturday morning when a car rolled to a stop in front of our house. Before the couple could get out, I pointed down the street to where a yard sale was under way and they moved on.