Hambone and I spent the weekend with Piers, WH, and JH. A relaxing, beer-soaked time was had by all.

Friday saw us eating beercan chicken and Coca-Cola cake. Eeeeeeyummmay!

Saturday was nothing but loafing -- that and seeing some of historic Martin. One highlight was a visit to the former former Wal-Mart, now known as Rural King. Interesting fact about Rural King is that they keep all of the ammunition just to the left of the front door. Yes, you could grab an armload and run for it before they even realized what was happening. And yes, they had real ammo -- I found hollow-tip bullets.

Sunday was about skipping church and stuffing ourselves at the local catfish restaurant, named -- wait for it -- The Catfish Restaurant. I guess when you are the only one in town, you hardly need an inventive moniker.

Wonderful to see the little boy again, as he hits two years old. He's talking now, and counting, and even beginning to read.

And he has a backyard to play in that made Hambone and I jealous. In fact, she spent a good part of her time relaxing in the outdoor swing, breathing in all that country air and relaxing in the breeze.

Why do I live in Chicago, again?