The Fritches arrived in St. Peter about 8:30 this morning. Regis slept for a couple hours and then got up so he could sleep tonight. He looks a little raggedy around the edges and he seems to be a slow processor as we say in the special education business. As a matter of fact, he's a little cranky and as my cousin Deb said to Aunt Vi one time, the road goes both ways. What that means is that the cranky person could get on the road and go back the other way from which they came. Or something like that.
Regis took Tom some Yeungling today. Toted all the way from Pennsylvania from the oldest brewery in America. The second oldest is Schells. For balance in the universe he should have toted beer from the Schells brewery out to PA.
Not much else new on the home front here.