home again, home again, jiggety jig

We're home again - safe and sound (well, safe at least).  And no, I didn't write anything about the last day, because after 4 long road trips, I have surmised that there is nothing to write about between here and Cedar Rapids, Iowa. That is not an exaggeration - it is fact. The only thing that kept me from throwing myself out of the moving vehicle was the knowledge that Punk would eat the last of the licorice and Rico would have to deal with the ramifications of that all on his own.

I think the rest of our road trips will necessitate flying over the "corn basket" and parachuting directly into a rental car.