Trains...Planes...& Automobiles

Dad forgive me...but I'm going to have a little fun at your expense on this post:

Yesterday we were informed that Grandpa Adams was flying back to Georgia on a free voucher he had earned. And then he'd be flying back home on Sunday (today) at around 4:00pm.

WHAT???? A 12 Hour Visit????

Ken and Kristy were convinced that Dad must have had something very important to tell the family. It didn't make sense otherwise. Christian and I, on the other hand, shook our heads with a smile, and informed our spouses that this was "just Dad being Dad."

Yes. Grandpa Adams is a little quirky at times. (He's a bit like the nutty professor. Aren't you Grandpa?) But we love him dearly. :)

Anyway, my Dad, the nutty AND absentminded professor, missed his flight trying to park in Economy parking. Economy parking... uh huh... let that sink in... for a one day flight. Never a quitter, Dad stayed the course, taking a later flight and making his connection in Chicago. At the early hour of 1:30AM Sunday morning he reached his destination at Christian & Kristy's house. As a side note, some of you might find the humor in the fact that his luggage was also lost in the process.

Yes, I did say LUGGAGE. My Dad took and checked luggage for a 1 day trip.

However tired and haggered he was, we were all glad to spend time with him at our church service and for lunch at Moes. And then he was off to the airport...back to New Jersey. That crazy Grandpa...

The rest of the day had been planned a few days in advance. Ken has in his possession a treasure that we pull out every Christmas - a Lionel train set with the track glued onto a large piece of painted plywood. His family worked on it over 20 years ago, and he was the lucky duck who got to keep it. The kids have been looking forward to pulling the trains out of the boxes and getting it set up. So that was our afternoon. This is always a mix of nostalgia and annoyance for the adults, as the train and track are fussy enough, that it pretty much requires that an adult be present at all times to fiddle and fix. But tradition is tradition, even when there is a little Bah-Hum-Bug sure to be involved.