Passport to adventure! (well, Mexico anyway)

On-Your-Mark---Mark-Campbell-07-13So I had to get a passport.

All I wanted to do is go to Mexico.

In the old days, you got on a plane, landed on an slender strip that was b-a-r-e-l-y long enough for the aircraft to set down on; rode a bus with a hole in the floor sitting next to a local lady holding a chicken; got out at a hotel that had an ice maker that so seldom dumped that when it did, every door on the floor flew open and scores of people of every nationality raced down the hallway for the seven cubes; got sunburned so badly the shower’s cold water hurt; got back on the plane and thanked the Creator that somehow the plane missed those jungle treetops taking off; then kissed the Texas earth when you finally landed back in paradise.


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