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Ok, back in the saddle. I am not a big fan of Atlanta (that is where I was for the past week). Not that southern folk are not great, it just rubs me the wrong way...

Except for my Great Aunt Von (whom I would address as great even if she were not my dad's aunt). This wonderful octegenarian and I always have a great time. This time though, she wow'd me by relating her boy problems (I felt like i was back home). Seems this southern belle can't keep the men from calling. Oh, the stories this women can tell; flying planes while in School at Auburn, working at the German POW compound, and family history. It is truly an honor to spend any amount of time with her. Really.

Mel and the kids seem to do well with me traveling. i talk to the kids every day (and Reagan a couple of times becuase of her trouble adjusting to my Dads morning routine for the kids...

Hope your week was ok...

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