A lot of Frankie's friends came down for the ride. About 2 hours one way, with traffic. It was very nice of them, and I know it meant a lot to Frankie.
And it was a good thing they came, because there really weren't that many people around offering to help. We did get there a little later, so that may be why.
So you could say we actually had THREE cars, because we had my car full of "stuff," and no room for anyone else; Thor drove the Thor-mobile with Nicky and Steven, my nephew; and Booth drove Frankie and the other kids. Then, Armand and his parents drove in a separate car. It was a little bit like ... a parade? A wagon train heading west? I don't know.
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