Really the Last Hurrah

Lisa let me take one last trip to see my babies. It is now 2 p.m., and we are packing as I feverishly type. Gots to go! Gots to go!

The van is embarrassing. Looks like the Beverly Hillbillies. Stuffed to the gills.

Hate to leave the kids. They did get names. I don't know why...but the little one just looks like a Molly. So...it's Molly and Max. Hope they both grow up to be squawkers.

Will catch up to your journals when I can. Arreviderci. As Willie sings..."On the road again...seeing places where I've already been...

Click on LARGE. I think Max would like that.