It was Thursday, July 10, 2014. Our trip to JFK went smoothly. There was only a bit of congestion on the Van Wyck Expressway. Everett and I dropped Aldon, Meisha and Nancy off at Terminal 7 and headed out to return the rental car. After doing so, Everett led the way back to the terminal via the shuttle train. He struck up a conversation with a woman who only spoke Spanish, but she was charmed anyway.
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