Be it ever so humble

there's no place like The Farm.

Daughter C summed it up nicely somewhere on I40 in Tennessee late this afternoon, "Seems like Nashville was a week ago." 

In fact, Nashville was Thursday late afternoon through 7:15am Eastern Saturday; Cincinnati was <24 2pm="2pm" about="about" early="early" hours--="hours--" saturday="saturday" sunday="sunday" to="to" with="with">30 minutes with Max.

And now here we are:

• Antique Archeology. ✓
• Mr. & Mrs. Kant & Klan meet Daughter C. ✓
• Indian food (unavailable in our little county). ✓
• Aristotle in the magnet. ✓
• Kyle married. ✓
• Quality time with Miss M. ✓
• Excellent picnic lunches. ✓
• Three bottles of Elmer T. Lee #21 back on the Farm. ✓

• Lunch & a Bloody Mary (Dirty Martini for Miss M) on the Patio at Re-claimed Boz in Northside. ✓

 The only thing left to do is enjoy some sausage duck gumbo and some Elmer. 

BIG TRIP! 

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