Depends on what you mean by "slip"

<Former Flyer sends pic>

b1-66er: Great.

What's it feel like out there?

FF: Fucking Antarctica 

b1:OH!  

Doesn't look like Antarctica.  Looks like sweater weather.  Or is that your margarita expressing saltrage?

FF: It's 40 degrees right now. And it was 32 last night. Ice on the stairs to the back yard.

It reminds me of being in Yosemite. Something like that.

b1: "Ice on the stairs to the backyard" might be the best short story title I've ever heard.

Time to get on the Plano

Former Flyer: Jan 31st we are traveling for a gymnastics meet

b1-66er: Where's the meet?  (Not LV i presume)

FF: I think that one is in Plano. I need to double check though.

b1: God and 16 Year Old Former Flyer.  A play in one act.  

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Setting: a machine shop.  An Intel logo can be seen through an exterior window.  Aha! "Take on me" is blaring through a distorted FM radio with a pencil hole stuck through a speaker...

Disembodied voice: "In the future you will take your twins to acrobatic competition in Plano, Texas."

Former Flyer <with peach flavored lip gloss in a red satin blouse>: "WHAT THE FUCK?"

<FIN>

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The prize inside

Z: The two greatest gifts from almost dying: presence and gratitude.