Quick post here, and what may be the last post for a while (but not likely). Tomorrow early A.M. I'm driving to Vegas to catch a plane that will take me to Sunny Spain. I'm both nervous and excited, as is the usual with long distance travel. I'll miss my wife terribly. I was going to include this long, philosophical bit here about Americans and their propensity for movement, being a rambler v. being a homebody, but I think we all know the drill. Besides, I'm on my way out for a last meal here in St George. It's been a blast.