Feeling Flint: Fin.
It’s Friday. Our flight out of Detroit is just after 11am. We are still lamenting that there aren’t any later flights to accommodate our team of 8 so that we could help unload an incoming tractor trailer full of water.
It’s raining off and on today. My pants get soaked while unloading water at Guiding Light Baptist Church. We joke that we’ll never think the same way about 40’s again because instead of malt liquor, we think of cases of water with 40 bottles in them that, after moving dozens, are quite heavy.