I can’t say I’m as excited as Willie Nelson was, but we are like a band of gypsies going down the highway, and we do insist that the world keeping turning our way.
Yes, folks we are eastward bound with joy and sorrow, along with one helluva “what I did this summer” essay. Fletcher capped off his summer with a trip to the Great Minnesota Get-Together. (The MN State Fair for those of you who don’t know.) Sadly, I missed the Butter Queens for a third year in a road, I was so close I could almost taste the hotdish on a stick.
So far the road has been good to us, I won’t go into details for fear of jinxing our luck. The boys are cooperative as usual. Last night, our friends, the Krugmans, showed up at our hotel and brought the party with them. Sitting in a mostly dark room whispering can be a surprisingly great time, when you have the right company. Quinn was missed by all.