See you in a week. I'll be in the field, actually the corn fields of Iowa, imbedded amongst varied and sundry cousins. This is a peaceful encounter; the cousins are not at war. Stories and jokes will flow
like wine. Maybe that too.
There's my little aunt, one of the Helen's written about earlier, spry and lively at 95. Mischievous eyes and sparkling wit, she seems a girl.
the gathering is not classified, no information will be coming forthwith during this time. I'll debrief you later.