Rookie at the U.N.: Trek to the Big Apple
I’m shivering. And I’m late. As usual. This time I can’t even blame my little ones. This time I’m heading to New York City all by myself. I shiver again. Blasted rain! I watch the drops bead down the truck window. I swallow hard. Try to breathe. Offer one more silent prayer before I throw… Read More Rookie at the U.N.: Trek to the Big Apple
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