Jason S. Harry

My aunt Janice snapped the photo above of me with my grandparents on November 11 th , 2012. Janice and I had recently arrived in Orlando from a cross country trip from her former home in Las Vegas. She does not like to fly, has a bunch of cats and asked me to transport her and her feline kids to Orlando in a rented RV. My grandparents were well-north in age and she wanted to be closer to them in case they needed assistance. As a registered nurse, nobody was more qualified than her; no one else knew them like she did. Her timing was perfect- almost from the moment she arrived her presence was beneficial to both of them. They were doing well at the time, but grandpa was experiencing a slow onset of health issues that would continue for quite some time. Yesterday I received a worrisome text from my mother that resulted in a phone call. I learned that my grandfather’s issues were no more. He was now at peace. It became apparent over the last few weeks that this was an expec...

My first stop in Buffalo was quite interesting this morning. It was actually one stop consisting of a series of three different events. The first event involved backing off a one-way side street and into the customer’s smallish parking lot. It’s a tight maneuver on a normal day. Today there were snow banks to avoid and it was all made harder with a 53’ trailer. We used to pull 48’ trailers in Upstate New York which was much easier. Five feet doesn’t sound like much, but it is. One day it all changed and it’s been 53’ trailers ever since. It doesn’t make much sense to me because Buffalo, or Rochester, are cities no different than Philly which almost always is sent on a 48’ trailer. Anyway, it took a few minutes to get in the parking lot without ripping off a piece of my tractor, hitting the building with my trailer or otherwise creating an international incident. But I made it. The second event was the actual unloading of furniture. That wasn’t too bad except the air was only...