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Pack Rats, Odessa, and the Fear That the Bumper, Not the Sky, is Falling

While sitting on the couch on Sunday, discussing the trip with my father and my uncle, I learned that my uncle was not merely taking luggage… he was taking everything imaginable… literally everything BUT the kitchen sink.

Alex was taking a small backpack (one big enough for her clothes and belongings, but small enough that she could carry it herself on the way back home, when we hop a bus) and I was taking a medium sized backpack (my clothes are bigger).