Dear Kid,

What an end to our trip. Yesterday we drove through

Florida—home of oranges, grapefruits, ALIGATOR HEADS!!!, and peach cider

Georgia—home of Spanish moss, PECANS!!!, more billboards per linear highway foot than any other place in the universe, and Atlanta (where it is practically impossible to get a speeding ticket because it is practically impossible to drive the speed limit)

Tennessee—home of country music (we didn’t hear any), Volunteers (we didn’t see any), and fog (we saw lots)

Kentucky—home of horses, bourbon, and other things we couldn’t see because it was after midnight when we hit Kentucky

Ohio—home of us.

All in all it was a lot of driving in the rain. Lots and lots of rain. Lots and lots and lots of rain. It was nice having extra drivers to split up the trip—thanks for all your help driving and navigating.

I especially enjoyed when Dad was driving and we had the great pleasure of listening to football on the radio—with spotty reception. Yay. On the other hand, Dad put on your headphones to block out your music when you were driving and I subjected everyone to the music from Chicago and Pippin (Pi still drives in a music-free environment) so I guess it was all fair. Then again, I’m not sure in which universe “fair” and “fuzzy reception” fit in the same sentence.

Welcome Home, sweetie.

Love, Mom

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Dear Kid,

We’re driving along, heading south on a rainy, rainy day. The rain has been quite cooperative, stopping when we stop, starting up once we’re in the car—which is good because the umbrellas are packed so cleverly they are completely inaccessible.

Dear Burglars—Just kidding. We’re home. This is just a dream. Besides Vicious Dog is home waiting to attack.

We dropped Booker off at Camp Beth and John last night. He immediately set about housekeeping duties, sniffing out every last crumb he could find. We (the human adults) were happily chatting when someone said, “Where’s Booker?” We looked around, no small, furry beast. “Is he eating the cat’s food?” asked John, the Tall Counselor. Sure ‘nuff, that eternally hungry dog had gone down to the basement to relieve the cat of food eating responsibilities. The cat—being a cat—looked completely indifferent. Beth, the Not Quite as Tall Camp Counselor, laughed which is one of the reasons Booker luuuuuuvs her.

Anyway, he is happily shedding all over someone else’s house at the moment.

We are happily in the warmth of the south having driven approximately 9,876,482 miles in the last two days.

Hope you’re enjoying the warm too.

Love, Mom