PEORIA — The nephews, along with their parents, came by on Sunday morning to tell me goodbye. They were dressed in their Sunday best matching White Sox shirts. There was some discussion about the team's play the night before (whose fault was the loss? The third base coach was blamed) and upcoming schedule. And we talked about the start of school — middle school for one of them, how did that happen?
Finally there was a group hug, which is a miracle when you consider it involved three young men standing still for more than 12 seconds. We barely got this pic snapped before they were a blur of action again. Off to church they went.
I had a gondola for breakfast and one last conversation with my parents. My dad drove me to the airport after sharing a few choice remarks about the heaviness of my luggage. I made a few choice remarks about Peoria being one of the few cities that does not have a direct Delta flight.
So in the Bloomington airport who should I see but my neighbor PJC, who was coming into town for a meeting just as I was leaving. We're like that pair in the Waitresses' song "Christmas Wrapping," who run into each other in passing, even though we live one mile apart.
It's always good to come home. All roads lead there (with a stop through Bloomington) and the most important people remain there.
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