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" I sat in an uncomfortable chair at the New York Port Authority Bus Terminal, and waited for the bus that would take me on the long drive to my car to take me on another long drive to my home after a whirlwind three days at the BlogHer &amp;#039;12 blogging conference. This is much, much cheaper than a train or a plane, if you have the option and a car that gets 35mpg like mine does. It really wasn&amp;#039;t bad, and I had a good book and pad of paper to scrawl on to pass the time. As I was shifting uncomfortably in my hard, plastic chair, an older couple came and the wife took a seat right next to me. She noticed my overly large conference bag stuffed with all kinds of giveaway swag that I was taking home to my kids, and asked me where I&amp;#039;d come from. I had to explain what a blog was (&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s like a newspaper column - like Anne Landers, but you have to go on the computer to a website to read it&amp;quot;). She smiled and admitted that she knew how to email, but didn&amp;#039;t have much use for the rest of the internet. &amp;quot;I play Canasta,&amp;quot; she said. I smiled back. My grandma had played Canasta. And Mahjong. Words I probably haven&amp;#039;t heard since. We chatted a bit more, with her husband interjecting every so often. I finally had to ask them how long they were married. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s been fifty-eight years,&amp;quot; she said, fondly. He reached over and squeezed her hand. Then he gave a laugh. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;re too old and tired to divorce now.&amp;quot; He remarked. &amp;quot;Besides, the kids would kill us.&amp;quot; They talked about their lives and their kids, grandkids, and now a newborn great-grandkid. They were in New York to see a Broadway show - they take the bus up together once a month or so. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s our little getaway,&amp;quot; she said. He squeezed her hand again. And I missed my Mom and Dad, oh-you-can&amp;#039;t-know-how-much. I just wanted to watch them be cute together for the next several hours. God bless them both. I hope they have many, many more years together. For half an hour, in a busy New York bus terminal, they made me believe in love again. And on that note, I&amp;#039;ll sign off and wish you all a wonderful weekend with the people you love. Next week, I&amp;#039;ll be updating from the beach!! "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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