As part of my job, every month or so I drive around the greater Toronto area taking unsold books back to the various publishers. It's not an entire day's work but it seems like a very long day. It's enjoyable because I just get listen whatever I want as I drive. Reminds me of my old job as a driver.
Part of my Google Maps planned route took through my aunt & uncle's old town (they moved about a decade ago into a retirement condo). During my childhood, my family visited their place at least twice a year. I hadn't been back since they moved. As I drove through, I fondly remembered all those family visits. Now, we don't see them very much at all. I don't know exactly what happened.
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