Our faithful Graeco stroller, given to us by our dear friends Bonnie and Norm and Kristen and Eric when we were daydreaming about our first child, arrived in Aukland with a broken-off wheel. A trusty and faithful companion, we were as attacehd to it as it had been attached to our childen. It had withstood neglect and abuse: the nylon wheels worn flat; the fabric faded from sun and rain. But it was dead, finally, and I briefly wept as we propped it against the wall in baggage claim and wandered off to Dunkin Donuts.
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