Birdsong, toe trucks, garden buckets and other lore

You know how I love the rains, right? As with grandchildren, I love them more when they behave. You know. Sunshine days and rain in the early evenings. Another morning listening to rain pound down while the stupid birds are singing at the top of their lungs, “Here comes the sun.” Stupid birds. There is a lesson in here somewhere.

After a leisurely trip visiting relatives along the route from Mexico to Minnesota, John and Carol wrote that they are home, having been towed the final 125 miles of their trip, when their elderly VW camper, Vincent Van Go, gave up the power steering and sulke...