After a breakfast of apricot cream cheese-filled Frency toast, we spent the day with the family. We drove to Carson City to Aunt Bonnie’s house, where Stephen’s 10-year-old daughter Emma and her older sister Lexi were there. Emma’s an adorable little girl who looks so much like her dad.


After lunch, we paid Uncle Tim (Mom’s & Sylvia’s brother) a visit. I think I met my Uncle Tim when I was about eight. He came to Cincinnati for training and stayed with us when I was around 13. I liked Uncle Tim because he was the first grown-up to ever treat me like a real person. He joked around with me, taught me how to make this thing called salsa, and gave me sips of his bourbon. Which was nasty.

He was a fun-loving guy with a dry sense of humor - precisely why I liked him so much. To honor him, we brought him some of his favorite things: beer and pretzels.

The city of Genoa, where the cemetery is, was full of deer. Not

We went to Bonnie’s house for a little while, and by 9:30, we all were feeling tired. Jet lag stinks. I’m a night owl, and I want to be in bed every night by 9pm! Also oddly enough, I’ve been getting up around 7am! Readjusting to Eastern Standard time will be fun...
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