We did make it home Sunday night about 8:00. It was a fine trip, with all of the exploring and learning and sharing that I had hoped for. Dad was a great sport to come pick me up in Charlotte, accompany me to all the places I thought we should visit, and share the driving chores. Except for Mary Lou, I don’t think I could have tolerated such a trip with anyone else. But we had a great time. Dale is the best host for showing you cool things in New England, and a meal at his house is a treat. One of these days I’ll remember what to do with a cloth napkin.