It’s almost here. 24 hours from now, we’ll be jostling around, arguing over who gets to sit in the aisle and complaining about sitting next to David for nine hours.
This DEPORT campaign, formulated over Gina’s dining room table so long ago, has crystallized into… what would you call it? A movement? A collective fantasy? A shared hallucination?
Whatever it is or was, it’s awesome. In every sense of the word.
The past sixteen months have been amazing. We can never thank our trusted Bounding Mainiacs enough for their incredible support. Although we can’t ever truly return the favor, we will do our best to keep you all informed of the trials and tribulations of our travels. This blog will be part of that, but we will also be taking scores and scores of pictures to share.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to stuff a few more socks into my carry-on luggage.
Wait… did I bring deodorant?
Where’s the recorder?
Do they sell umbrellas in Germany?
How do you say “I need a lawyer” in German?
Jon Krivitzky
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Uhh, Jon…that would be Christie’s dining room table.
Jon always liked you best.
Jon, have a great trip. Looking forward to pictures. Knock em dead and come back safe.
Judy
For Jon:
“I need a lawyer.”
“Ich brauche einen Rechtsanwalt.”
For Dean and David:
“I need a beer.”
“Ich brauche ein Bier.
For Maggie:
“I need a cookie! NOW!”
“Ich brauche ein Plätzchen! Schnell!”
For Gina:
“I need Dramamine! URP!”
“Ich brauche dramamine! URP!”
For Christie:
“I don’t know these people! Please don’t arrest me!”
“Ich kenne diese Leute nicht! Bitte hemmen Sie mich nicht!”