The Route to Rita (1)

The trip to Houston from Hendersonville was blessedly uneventful. My son and I shared the car. My wife, the girls & the new cat, Lily, occupied the van.

We only got as far as North Georgia on Friday, September 16th. Said “Goodbye” to Archimandrite Damian … and traveled to Birmingham, Alabama, for a lunch visit with my wife’s kin.

We ended up at my cousin’s in Madison, Mississippi, for two nights.

George Strait, who is slated to do a big concert here in Houston next week, once had a hit song called “The Love Bug.” I will never hear that song again without thinking of the 50 trillion — times two — love bugs seen in Mississippi and Louisiana! These bugs are, well, hooked together in an interesting way and, I would hazard to guess, outnumber the sands of the sea. At one point it looked (and sounded) like black rain.

I shall mercifully refrain from describing the windshield. (I must have killed 40 million on the way here.)

More later …