Tom and I made it to Bethesda pretty well, although we took a tour of the Dolly Madison Highway somewhere in Langley, Virginia, home of the CIA, which was not supposed to be part of the route. I have to admit that it was all my fault and not Tom's, although sometimes I just wish he would say, "Okay, dumbass, four hundred yards doesn't mean the very next driveway." I have learned when he quips, "Take a left turn and then another left turn," what he really means is "Turn around, idiot." I guess I'm just not used to men with good manners.
Speaking of the few men with good manners, my brother and his family are fine. We had a nice dinner in Potomac, Maryland, and then we spent a while reminiscing about times gone by, which was a lot of fun.
This morning, Tom and I are on our way to Kutztown to see Nancy. That's if I can find some gas first. I bet there are some gas stations on the Dolly Madison Highway, but then again, I'm not sure if the CIA will be comfortable with my visiting them again quite so soon.