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Trust me guys, Mom had more fun getting her car unlocked at the grocer.

The drive from Austin to Lake Lewisville (forty miles north of Dallas) is deadly boring - mile after mostly straight mile of interstate highway, thoughtfully broken by ungodly road work just to keep one on one's toes, or brakes - and finally after four and a half hours we arrive at my niece's home. Whew.

We all feasted on barbequed brisket with a wonderful sauce, potato salad, baked beans, cheap white bread and some tamales that were prepared by a lady who won FirstPrize at the Texas State Fair a couple of years ago. They were so fine that she and her husband quit their day jobs, and now enjoy a fine living by simply making some of the best tamales this side of Heaven.

My brother decided that home made ice cream was going to be the next menu item, so after going to the store and collecting all the fixings, the mixer was fired up to produce a most wonderful banana ice cream. I was porked out at this stage of the game. Off for a power nap in preparation for the return trip.

As I slept as a dead person, the others had a great time in the swimming pool and visited and caught up with family business, gossip, and goings on and generally had a wonderful afternoon together.

Somehow I was able to negotiate the car successfully to its special spot in the driveway. Props to me. I hate to drive these days. I used to love it, but now I want the Army to get very busy on teleportation - or wiggling your nose and magically being somewhere else, instantly.

I thank God for my family, and friends. Fading fast here, and apologies for the lame report - I'll try to do better next time - if there is a next time. ;-) JL