We missed a week of fine fall weather in southern Utah because we wanted to visit the other grandparents. It is difficult to do because, even with the help of a commercial jet, it takes 12 hours to reach their house in upstate New York. We were, nevertheless, able to help Poppop with some fall garden clean-up, carve pumpkins with the cousins, and do the chicken dance on Uncle Glen's farm.
It was time well spent. But. As our return flight touched down at McCarren in the clear, sharp light of a Nevada sunset, EDO said, "It is good to be home."
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