I was thinking about it today that it has been almost 28 years since I wrapped up a semester in Reno before heading back to Las Vegas. It was also when my grandfather Gilliam passed away. My return home was a rerouting to a small community on North Dakota's Turtle Mountain Indian Reservation called St. John. The only time I remembered being there before was 1984 for the town's 100th anniversary.
Why is this coming to mind now during the great self-quarantining? Well... I am sitting in an airport getting ready to go back. Right now I'm asking myself when the appropriate time to put a mask on is. Only 3 airplane rides there and a long drive back. Hoping to get back in time for my anniversary.
Keep your fingers crossed for me.
