There's No Place Like Home

Two naps before lunch and our Captain is back in the swing of family life: first, the rosary was said in gratefulness for a safe journey; then he helped the Boy Scout pack; and he listened to the twin's golf stories. Everyone will have sweet dreams tonight at the Schmidlings.

Update: I'm adding this stanza, from the patriotic poem which Alison learned by heart in her favorite professor's class at KU:

Breathes there the man with soul so dead

Who never to himself hath said,

'This is my own, my native land!'

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned

As home his footsteps he hath turned

From wandering on a foreign strand!

(by Sir Walter Scott)