Right about this time we were on I-94 headed west toward Chicago. We made it to Grosse Ile about 2am and we were pooped. It was an interesting 14-hour drive that earned us a good night's sleep. We thought about taking a late-night dip al fresco but a morning dip sounded better.
This morning, we woke up and visited with my parents for a bit. After getting ready it was only about an hour, bit it was a full one. Dad made the egg, tomato, basil and chive breakfast sandwiches (Yum... the man can cook) while I measured the pool table downstairs. I want to move it to my house in Scarborough but I've only been able to wish for it, until now. It should fit nicely. Mission accomplished.
After waving goodbye, we hit the road for Chicago. Jeff's place is on the way so a quick stop is certainly in order. He and Drew are tailgating in the driveway, waiting for another Jeff to return with the salmon for smoking. Laura is doing a bit better but hugs are always helpful. The Lions got one bad call, then another. Before someone's head explodes, we're off again. We'll be back in two weeks if all goes well.
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