At least it's not all the way to Mordor
The trip's planned. Sunday at 1 pm I have an appointment at the diamond store. Mom and I are making the trip together. I kinda wanted Will to be there too but trying to coordinate his days off with my mom's just isn't gonna work. I thought about going on Friday with just him and me but I don't feel comfortable taking my car that far. And I don't think either of us has actually driven in that town so we have no idea where we're going. It'll be good to have my mom there; she has extra decades of knowledge and knows what sorts of questions to ask.
When I gave the fellow my name to set up my appointment, he paused then repeated it back to me. Turns out this guy used to hangout at the no-longer-existing Hilltop Lanes with some of my dad's side of the family. He didn't remember my dad specifically but does remember an uncle or something. My name precedes me, I guess. If it's not one side of the family, it's the other.
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