Over the River and Through the Woods

Today I arrived at Grandma's house.  I am on my East Coast farewell tour, so I had to stop in on her.  I went into her house and the first thing I said was, "Wow, Grandma's house is really old.  It smells old and it creaks, like the stairs and the floor."

I hope the house doesn't fall down around me tonight!!!  HA HA HA!
I always come to Grandma's and she has these old school toys.  I am excited to play with these 1960s blocks -- back when blocks were made of wood and not in China (I channeled Grandma and Fox News for that one)!  Actually, I was using the blocks to make a fortress for the pigs to hid the eggs from the Angry Birds.  I guess you can say that I blended old school and new school.  Grandma was puzzled by the Angry Birds!

My dad took this opportunity to repack the car.  On the way out, most of the items were just thrown into the car, forming a cockpit around me and one around my dad.  I could pick my nose all I wanted and no one would see me... that is the pure definition of "pick in private!"

I decided to take a rest today from seeing sights, since I saw so many in NYC.  I was going to go to the Trumbull Mall and see the "hoodlums" there - as Grandma calls them - but I shipped my Kevlar shirt and pants with the moving truck.  Speaking of hoodlums, I guess it would actually be "hoodlums and crooks" as my dad said while filling up at the local gas station.  In the Socialist State of Connecticut, gas was $4.35!!!!  No doubt $2.95 of it in taxes.  That is the highest so far.

Instead of going to the high school where my mom used to drive her car onto the field, we went to Target.  I wanted to test the theory that the red balls they have in the front of the stores are consistent across all stores.  They are!

The Trumbull ball is only 0.0034 percent softer than the
one in Leesburg, VA.  Thus, using my Chi Square
calculations, the difference is statistically insignificant.

Here is a photo of me and Grandma in the cockpit of my Travelin' Machine!

I look like one of those Trumbull Mall "hoodlums," good
thing Grandma did not call the Trumbull Police, also known
as Trumbull Mall Security.

Next I go up to Boston.  The town of beans, baseball, and the largest milk jug!