Did you ever wonder what spring was like in Enfield, Connecticut? Now, you know. Daffodils and, yes, snow.

We drove up yesterday for seders at Hannah’s inlaws’ house in Longmeadow Mass. Edie and I drove up with Hannah and about-to-turn 10 Joan.

Digression. But before I get to that, let me thank Harry Rado for reminding me that today is the 80th anniversary of the death of Franklin Delano Roosevelt. This is an important event, not only for the Roosevelt family,  but for me. It is the first thing I remember.  I was playing (?) in the room we called the library, and my grandfather was sitting in a chair listening to the radio when the news came across. I don’t know, at age 2 1/2, if I knew who FDR was, but it was clear that this was something REALLY IMPORTANT.  But for years, I have wondered that, if I remembered this, why couldn’t I remember what happened five minutes before. End of digression.

So our 6 hour drive yesterday took 9 hours. This was, in part, because we stopped for both lunch and dinner, and in part because of torrential rain that fell for about 80% of the ride.

Joan has told me that this blog post had to be about her. To quote: “You didn’t do anything you can write about today that didn’t involve me.”

Well, she had a good time, as did I. At one point, she told me that she had learned at school every important event that ever happened and I should quiz her. Of course, when I asked her about the Mexican-American War, she told me that it was a war between Mexico and America and people were killed. Then, I asked about Panama, and she said that (1) it was a country, (2) it existed, (3) people lived there, (4) it had trees and (5) it had animals. I then asked her the tallest mountain, and she said “Everest”. Good, I said, “Where is it?” Naturally, she answered, “Panama?”

Other questions she refused to answer on the grounds that they weren’t important events.

Well, we also had a good time reading signs, especially on trucks. We twice saw trucks for the Piece of Cake Moving Company, and thought that was the best.

One more thing. Joan is in the habit of complimenting people at times I find a bit weird. Like when she told a waitress “I like your hair” or a woman we passed “I like your lipstick”. I asked her why she did that (in a mildy disapproving tone) and she said. “Because it makes people happy. They smile and say thank you. That’s important.”

That looks like it for today.