I had a little spur-of-the-moment road trip up to Fostoria, OH, yesterday. One of my uncles died, Monday. My dad's oldest brother, Edgel. He was 83 years old. He'd been sick for the last couple years, so it's good that he's not suffering anymore, and he's in a better place now. Wish I would've known him, he lived a very full, and fruitful life. He would've been fun to have in my life, as I was growing up... Anyway... All along, my dad was saying that he didn't want to go to the funeral. All of a sudden, yesterday, around 1:00, he declared that he was going to go. Only problem there is that he doesn't know how to drive anywhere! So, he called 2 of his sisters, Martha, and "10," told them to get ready to go, because I was going to drive the 3 of them to Fostoria for the funeral. Heh heh. Dad's weird like that. So, I drove up them there... A 7-hour trip from Chatty... In my mom's car... Supposedly, it has more room in it than my car does. I can't see it, though. I was CRAMPED in that little thing, man! The whole thing was very rushed. We got there around 10, last night, I made a phone call (last time I'd ever talk to her... Had I known that I would've said more), woke up this morning, ate breakfast with Uncle Jim, went to the funeral, and came back home -- in a nice little snow storm. INSANITY!!! I wish I would've had more time to prepare the trip. It would've been nice to have seen some sights, and stuff. I could've even looked up my old pen pal, Dea, while I was in town. Even though we haven't been in touch for the last 7 or 8 years, or something. It still would've been cool to have met her. But, hey, I guess you don't really have time to plan things when it comes to funerals... All in all, it was a pretty nice little trip, though.