Today we attended my Aunt Madeline's memorial service.
She was one of the classiest ladies I will ever have the honor of knowing.
I loved her to pieces, and many, many, people now have a huge chasm of a void in their lives.
I will not denigrate her memory in any way by providing details of her service, or the luncheon in her honor that followed.
She did have a great sense of humor though, and she would appreciate this:
After leaving the reception and Pittsburgh to continue onto our journey of a lifetime, we changed clothes.
If anyone finds a men's black sock in the Bridgeville Amoco station, it belongs to Billy Two Swords.