Dick wrote a letter to the kids:
And Dorothy was right on at least two counts. 1) We're not in Kansas anymore, (not that we ever were, but we're not in Cal, Nev, N.M., Utah, Ariz, or Utah anymore either) and There's No Place Like Home!!!
The San Diego area is beautiful, Tom is a great host, spending time with Miss Maya is a blast but - - We Are Home!!
Our trip from San Diego to Chicago was punctuated by the nearly constant piercing screams of the 9 mo old baby boy in the seat in front of me. According to Nancy, he was never quiet for a period of 2 minutes. Mostly the shrieks came in 10 second intervals.
So who cares now? We're HOME!! That's where the heart is and right now, that's where the butt is.