Postcards from flyover country
Both of my lovely daughters live back east, but both of them love to return to their flyover birthplace, and why wouldn’t they? This past weekend daughter #2 and I attended our hometown “Greentree” parade, complete with fire engines and Boy Scouts,
blue skies and rockin’ Methodists.
We went to Grant’s Farm where we could commune with elephants
and then sit in a world class beer garden, which happened to have a giant party tent in it on Saturday,
set up for some Busch family nuptials that evening. Wasn’t it nice of them not to shut down the place?
Coming home to visit also means lots of
and movie nights.
Not to mention:
On her last evening in town we were joined by the boy and daughter #3 for a bar-b-que and we watched some home movies that I had had transferred from VHS to DVD. We literally laughed ’til we cried.
Back at work on Monday, look what one of my students brought me from Canada.
C’mon. All is well.
P.S. Happy birthday to the skipper, ol’ Mike Matheny!