I-80 = Memory Lane. WHO KNEW? But all those drives to CA came roaring back to me . . . and in surprising, happy ways. For instance, I remembered the first place I ever ate breaded shrimp was in Winnemucca. So I made Ken pull over and treat me to dinner in a casino coffee shop where dude! I had breaded shrimp!
I also remembered that Winnemucca was the home of America's First Magic Toilets. At least according to our dad. One of the places we used to stop had foot flushers (which we failed to notice), so whenever Dad gave those toilets the verbal command to flush, they did! Because he secretly stepped on the foot flusher! And his children were too stupid to notice!
The Open House was grand. I nearly overdosed on cakes. Overdosing on cakes isn't a bad way to get out of this life, though, all things considered.