Sherds from a jar of clay

Well we have arrived in Minnesota, but I knew I was home when we had barely entered into Wisconsin. The signs were everywhere... A&W root beer stands were a lunch option, Hostess snack cakes graced the truck stop shelves, Those who weren't wearing Packer Green and Gold were wearing camo and blaze orange and driving pickups, but the surest sign was all the deer straped to the trunks, bumpers and tailgates of the cars and trucks we passed; we saw at least a dozen vehicles with fresh hunting season kill, it took lots of will power not to follow them home for some nice venison for Thanksgiving Dinner. It also made me think of my friends Andy and Chris who are Wisconsin Hunting type guys and who I haven't seen in many years. At one truck stop the kids even got to see a close up view; we talked briefly with a woman who had an eleven point buck and another deer in the back of her pick up. I showed them how to count the points etc. but I think it was still a little bit up setting for my daughter. (Cheryl, where do I record this on my homeschool record, Social Studies, Life Skills, Science??)
There is also the accents and the increased friendliness of both service workers and just people in general. I had an easier more encouraging conversation with the man who was helping my daughter reach the ketchup dispenser then I do with some of my neighbors.
The kids did pretty well for such a long two day haul. My love and thanks go to the Cohens for lending us such fun books on tape to help move the miles along.
Tomorrow we will see my folks, we will try to post a picture of the 11 point buck and other things later. For now it is off to sleep.