
The year was 1998 and I think I was returning from a trip to Phoenix. And of course, I was the last one to get off the airplane. 

I'm sure there were a few people who wondered which passenger was the convicted murderer.
Bubba is holding the sign and Jubee is in my arms.
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3 comments:
That is ultimately funny! Too bad they won't let you do anything fun like that anymore in airports!
Whoa, I can think of other times too!
Let's see . . .When the circus came to town, when we went crazy while you were gone, when we put your house up for sale, and the two hour layover with Grandma & Grandpa!
Like I said, good times . . . (tear)
see next post.....
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