On our way home from the airport,
my brother pulled over to get me some Krispy Kreme Doughnuts.
Unfortunately, when he tried to re-start the vehicle--it would not start.
I never did make it to the ancestral home, but not because of car trouble.
A bout of chicken pox is what has kept us away.
My sister's son just got it, apparently while we were traveling through the night.
After a second (or third breakfast, I am confused) at my brother's place and while the girls enjoyed the use of their condo pool,
I checked into a hotel.
Looks like Steve will get his wish after all.
(The first day will be put here)