He got an extra 30 minutes crawling around the car while we searched frantically for that stupid piece. I think he's a baby criminal genius. He must have hid it somewhere. Ron ended up buying heavy duty plastic ties and scissors, so now we have to cut him out at every stop.
We made it to John's house. Aaron and the girls came down too.
John and Karen and I stayed up late talking and playing guitar. Conversation...
Me: Did you just pick up guitar on your own?
John: No, I had lessons.
Me: When? How did I not notice that?
John: Ninth grade - you were probably busy looking at index cards.
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