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	<title>Comments on: Flying alone</title>
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	<description>confessions of a cluttered mind</description>
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		<title>By: Darryle</title>
		<link>http://blog.darrylepollack.com/2008/12/flying-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-41</link>
		<dc:creator>Darryle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 19:25:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Between the lines of my venting I&#039;ve tried to clarify that my family, which truly is wonderful, is also as dysfunctional as any other family.
As individual people, however, some of us are more dysfunctional personally---and I&#039;d put myself at the top of the list.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Between the lines of my venting I&#8217;ve tried to clarify that my family, which truly is wonderful, is also as dysfunctional as any other family.<br />
As individual people, however, some of us are more dysfunctional personally&#8212;and I&#8217;d put myself at the top of the list.</p>
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		<title>By: Ron</title>
		<link>http://blog.darrylepollack.com/2008/12/flying-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-42</link>
		<dc:creator>Ron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 11:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My thoughts exactly:  Blogs are for venting.  Thanks again for letting us share your wonderful family (by the way, I know you are probably thinking, &quot;he should only know&quot; but we all have our dysfunctional sides, don&#039;t we?)
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My thoughts exactly:  Blogs are for venting.  Thanks again for letting us share your wonderful family (by the way, I know you are probably thinking, &#8220;he should only know&#8221; but we all have our dysfunctional sides, don&#8217;t we?)</p>
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		<title>By: Darryle</title>
		<link>http://blog.darrylepollack.com/2008/12/flying-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-43</link>
		<dc:creator>Darryle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 08:12:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ron: First of all, FYI ByJane is not the Jane with the cookie jar , but my friend Jane from cyberspace, maybe I should call her &quot;virtual Jane.&quot;
Also--I love your comments and why should you apologize for venting--isn&#039;t that what blogs are for??

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ron: First of all, FYI ByJane is not the Jane with the cookie jar , but my friend Jane from cyberspace, maybe I should call her &#8220;virtual Jane.&#8221;<br />
Also&#8211;I love your comments and why should you apologize for venting&#8211;isn&#8217;t that what blogs are for??</p>
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		<title>By: Ron</title>
		<link>http://blog.darrylepollack.com/2008/12/flying-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-44</link>
		<dc:creator>Ron</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 00:02:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think you are both adorable, mostly because my parents never acted like they cared whether I came home or not (100 years ago when I was in college).  They said the right things but never with any real feeling or emotion behind it.  I am reminded of one of my favorite lines from a movie, &quot;Mother&quot; with Debbie Reynolds as a Jewish Mother and Albert Brooks as her neurotic son. One of the funniest movies I have ever seen. They are on the phone, in a shallow conversation when Debbie Reynolds gives Albert the obligatory &quot;I love you&quot; and he replied, &quot;I know you think you do&quot;.  Well, I digress, but that is what the other side of parental &quot;love&quot; sounds like and I am delighted that no one in either of your families seems to have ever experienced anything like that.  Whew! Thanks for letting me vent (Seems to be a recurrent theme in my comments around the holidays).

You and your kids are very lucky indeed to have such warm and loving relationships.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think you are both adorable, mostly because my parents never acted like they cared whether I came home or not (100 years ago when I was in college).  They said the right things but never with any real feeling or emotion behind it.  I am reminded of one of my favorite lines from a movie, &#8220;Mother&#8221; with Debbie Reynolds as a Jewish Mother and Albert Brooks as her neurotic son. One of the funniest movies I have ever seen. They are on the phone, in a shallow conversation when Debbie Reynolds gives Albert the obligatory &#8220;I love you&#8221; and he replied, &#8220;I know you think you do&#8221;.  Well, I digress, but that is what the other side of parental &#8220;love&#8221; sounds like and I am delighted that no one in either of your families seems to have ever experienced anything like that.  Whew! Thanks for letting me vent (Seems to be a recurrent theme in my comments around the holidays).</p>
<p>You and your kids are very lucky indeed to have such warm and loving relationships.</p>
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		<title>By: Darryle</title>
		<link>http://blog.darrylepollack.com/2008/12/flying-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-45</link>
		<dc:creator>Darryle</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 20:10:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I remember the days when people could come onto a fight to see you off.  In some ways it&#039;s better the rules are changed.  If I had been allowed onto that plane with my kids, the flight attendants would have had to peel me off.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I remember the days when people could come onto a fight to see you off.  In some ways it&#8217;s better the rules are changed.  If I had been allowed onto that plane with my kids, the flight attendants would have had to peel me off.</p>
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		<title>By: ByJane</title>
		<link>http://blog.darrylepollack.com/2008/12/flying-alone/comment-page-1/#comment-46</link>
		<dc:creator>ByJane</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Dec 2008 19:53:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mother was the &#039;bye, see you later&#039; type.  My dad, however, couldn&#039;t let go.  I remember him seeing me onto the plane and into my seat--and I was in my 20s, returning to my husband in England!
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mother was the &#8216;bye, see you later&#8217; type.  My dad, however, couldn&#8217;t let go.  I remember him seeing me onto the plane and into my seat&#8211;and I was in my 20s, returning to my husband in England!</p>
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