But I am home. And dead tired. And sporting my first hickey (much thanks to featherynscale, and more thanks for keeping it light and not-so-noticible).
I think I can sum up the weekend by repeating a short conversation I had on the plane:
Lady: "Where were you coming from?"
Me: "Kansas City. Was visiting family in Kansas."
L: "Oh, which part?"
M: "Downs, in Osborne County. North-central Kansas. Then down to Wichita for a very small reunion and a 50th Anniversary party on Saturday, and then back to Kansas City for Sunday and this morning."
L: "Oh, do you have family in Kansas City, too?"
M: "No, but I have some friends who know how to take very good care of me."
More later. . .