When we meet in real life, don’t believe my “plans for the future”.  My plans will blow you away.  They’re grand!  Nod politely and ignore them.  It’s not that I’m trying to put something over on you.  Nor am I trying to impress you.  I’m simply trying to talk myself into action.  The latest scheme involves moving the family to France for 6 weeks.  I have my reasons.  Are my kids learning anything in school?  Unlikely.  I certainly didn’t.  But travel has a way of opening eyes and softening the hardest know-it-all.  France will shake the foundation of a suburban, strip-mall shopping, video game playing, reality TV watching American to his core.  And don’t forget the cheese.  The cheese is alive!  Layer upon layer of subtle flavors.  Our cheese?  Dead!  The USDA killed it with pasteurization.  It’s dead!  I’ve spent thousands of dollars buying cheese in the US, and for all that money I’ve found exactly two pasteurized cheeses worth consuming.  Wait, where was I?  I get excited trying to talk myself into this nonsense.

Here’s a cool pic of my wife’s aunt/uncle from a long, long time ago: