magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

grampa kinda snapped about the state of sam's sneakers this morning. and yes, they have holes in them, and look pretty ratty, but they're still more or less in one piece. i mean i've had worse. but it's a different generation. a whole different set of values.

so he dug through their storage room looking for a pair of sneakers that weren't leather (he doesn't understand why someone wouldn't wear a dead cow, but he respects it), and came our with some "old man" looking synthetic velcro sneaks. and then tried to get sam to toss his old ones, but i think he saw that coming and packed them away in his luggage before it came to that.

we packed up, said out goodbyes, and aunt gloria drove us back out to the airport.

one more nerve-wracking flight. this one wasn't quite as bad, but i'll be glad not to get back on a plane for a while.

and home for a couple of days before i'm back off to providence.