What else did I do in Escanaba? What didn't I do, you mean.
We ate dinners. (Or rather, they ate dinners. I ate every two hours.)
I hung with Grandma in the Moby.
We had a picnic at the beach. (Mom used to work there.)
Uncle Pete and Mom weighed me on the postal scale.
I helped Mom compute.
And read books with Gram.
It was marvelous. And exhausting. So I went home, hung with Dad . . .
And slept.
Ahhhhh... "This is the life."
