After a month away from The Homestead—Salt Lake, Colorado Springs, Woodland Park, Denver, Milwaukee, Rhinelander, Ontonagon, Charlotte, New Orleans—I finally walked off the afternoon flight in Cedar City the other day. I was greeted with ENTHUSIAM by two of the prettiest young ladies in southern Utah. A few minutes later, standing at the baggage claim, a gentleman who had deplaned behind me walked up and said, "You're the luckiest guy on that flight." Oh, man, he doesn't know the half of it. There is nothing better than coming home to a family like this one. I hate to argue with the dude, but I'm the luckiest guy in the whole state. Happy Thanksgiving.
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