It is that time of year, again. Summer vacation. Our journey begins with the packing on a hot, sticky day. Gary, did all the work, I readily confess. I ran around looking productive, but probably held up the works. We left at 9:00 a.m. on Friday - Peggy time. Everyone knows that Peggy time is a minimum of one-half hour slower than Gary time. But, he handled the frustration well.


The trip was blissfully uneventful. Tennessee went by quickly.