So the Coach, TRQ and I are leaving in a few minutes here to visit our relation Ava in Wyoming. Ava just turned 94, and we're going up there today because she's taking off for Wendover on Friday to celebrate. Can't interfere with that.
Oh, Ava. If I ever have the misfortune of turning 94, I hope that I'm like you--living on my own, walking to the Senior Citizen Center to play Bingo, reading romances with half-naked cowboys on the cover, and heading for Wendover on a post-birthday weekend to play the slots.
Rock on, Ava.