I ended up in Williamsburg with the family for a neat getaway, and stayed at a swanky resort. I requested top floor accommodations so that nobody would be stomping on my ceiling, a relatively common irritation. The hosts were happy to oblige, but failed to offer one important tidbit of information: our particular building had no elevator. So up we trudged, kitchen sink and all. As I was still fresh out of the operating room, I was not supposed to pick up anything heaver than a booger - but that did not stop most of the family from allowing me to carry nearly everything up …
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Dewey Hylton

Child of God, saved by grace.

Husband, father,
amateur photographer, VW enthusiast.

Jack of all trades, master of …
well, perhaps a few things.

Infrastructure Engineer