Susan - s3js
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I haven't forgotten anything in a very long time. Mind you, I haven't been on a real vacation in 6 years. That said, I must tell a funny story on my Dad. We had been to our family reunion at Lake Texoma and gone to my Aunt Pat's house in Bossier City (Shreveport), Louisiana where my father flew to California for a business trip and we stayed for the three days he would be gone. My Mom had packed for him, she always did, and packed the black socks for his black suit, but forgot the brown socks for his brown suit. Daddy called livid because appearances were key in much of what he negotiated. My Grandma, a Pentecostal minister, was with us and he was loud enough she heard the conversation. When he got back he told us about the flight. It had nearly crashed when caught in the wind shear and he was shaken. My Grandma got in this face with her finger poking his chest and pronounced, "Melvin, that was God gettin' after you over them there socks!"