Our bags are packed. We’re ready to go. We’ll see Linda just once more. Then it’s drop the car, off to Lambert, and then good bye.
Today, we fly home. This has been a good vacation: seeing family and friends I haven’t seen in 15+ years; rebuilding associations. Visiting a good city. Having fun together as a family. But I’m ready to go home (as for going to work, well…).
Many people have asked: Why St. Louis? In August? Are you crazy. The answer is simple. My mom’s family is here (only one left), and she grew up here. I wanted my daughter to meet this side and learn about where she comes from, as she’s the last of the line (my mom’s mom’s sister had one child, who had no children; my mom was an only child, as was I (effectivelymy step-brother died when I was 10). We did this. But now, much as I love St. Louis, Los Angeles is home, and its time to come home.
In a little over 12 hours (as I write this), we’ll be seeing ellipticcurve, and will be home.