We pulled the truck into my Dad's farm just about right on time, although I made a wrong turn. All the corn...it confused me! Anyway, Max is now sealed in the attic to sequester him from my mother's insane, sickly menagerie. It's probably best. Robert has spruced up and we are headed out to dinner with the 'rents.
More on the hopping summer downtown Champaign nightlife before we loader-it up tomorrow and head up to our Final Destination.