Thankfully, I do not have to be back in New England before the end of March; but, whatever plans I may make - and I make very few - God has a way of changing them. Consequently, I find it helpful to stay flexible; not in body, of course, but in spirit. It is my intention to avoid any days with excessive milage. Thus, I find myself at the Dover AFB at the end of my first day of driving. It turns out that driving on the MLK holiday was a good choice as far as traffic goes.
No photos today; however, I took this one yesterday while I was out walking Charlie. Winter in NE sans the snow. Linda tells me there is snow on the way this week. I'm so sorry to be missing it. I hope to be posting some as the trip progresses.
I've brought along my clarinet and I'm tempted to practice tonight, but I'm a bit leary as the military installations are a little rigid about what is permissible with regard to "disturbances" at the BOQ and might evict me in the middle of the night. I may press my luck with friends I see along the way. Linda graciously tells me that I'm making progress, but I think she may be glad not to have me around for the next month or so as I frequently practice until late in the evening.