A Clean Break

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While holed up in Santa Paula, CA., our 7 year old grandson arrived by air, shipped non-stop by his parents in Colorado.  What a thrill it was for us!  He was to join our journey from SoCal back to his home.  We planned to see the sights along the way, exploring America from the ground up.  And so it began.

First stop, Simi Valley, CA where we met his younger cousins for lunch, then off to Travel Town in Griffith Park, Los Angeles.  Travel Town hosts a slew of retired steam locomotives, wooden horse drawn wagons, and      various exhibits of the way America was.  The way it used to be.  The way many of us used to remember it, and the way we now need to teach our children, and their children, and to the many others whom have come to American since Her great era ended.  This America, sadly for me, no longer exists.

So anyway, as we were about to begin our lessons in history, our grandson from Colorado, fell and broke both of his forearm.  And our plan changed.  Following arrival of a Park Ranger who constructed a splint from items in his medical backpack, a quick response team from the LA City Fire Department, a rescue ambulance, and a ride to the emergency room, we planned to continue on with our trip across America, starting with Lego Land near San Diego.

But as our luck went, that was not to happen.  Not yet anyway.  Not this year even, but on a Sumday soon, we hope.  Due to the nature of the bone break,it was necessary to ship the little guy home for followup medical treatment.  So after his mother flew in to take over, he boarded a return flight home.

And so it went  And so it will continue on some other day.
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