I think that one of my favorite things about their visit is the baseball tradition, which is young as far as traditions go since it only started last year, but I like it anyhow. Here is the deal: the boys bring a baseball with them when they come to visit. They all sign it, I sign it, and we all put like a number on it as if we were baseball players signing an autograph. The fun part, though, is that we also ask all of the people we meet along way to sign it as well. So seemingly random waitresses and grocery store cashiers and other people get asked to sign this baseball as a sort of record of what happened and were we went. It doesn't matter that we can't read 80% of the signatures, that our numbers change every year, and that come next week they won't remember who signed it and where they were from. It is still a neat and quirky tradition and it makes for nice little mementos to keep on a mantle or in a box in an attic.
So anyway, thanks for visiting guys and girl, you are always welcome. I hope you had a good time. Enjoy your Sunday everyone. I will be off picking up an obscene number of beer bottles.