Well, I started off in a rainstorm, drove in so-so skies for a while, then had rain come down in a torrent and finally got steamy hot all on the way to put flowers on my dad’s grave. The pot rode on the floor behind my seat down there and now sits at the Kingman Fraternal Cemetery.

But in between reaching Fountain County and actually arriving in Kingman, I linked up with my three cousins and we ate and then decorated my dad’s, our grandparents’ and their parents graves. The flowers are lovely; I don’t know why I didn’t take any pictures. Maybe it was because it was the first day of being hot and really humid; I guess that would make me a hothouse flower, which seems to be an oxymoronic reference to the situation, but I do not care.

It was humid and close and sticky . . . BECAUSE IT WAS GOING TO STORM LIKE THE DICKENS. We had a downpour of rain and hail and wind and spend about a half hour watching big blotches of RED move across the TV screen as they talked of what was happening in a line that cut through Indianapolis . . . and us.

This is maybe the third time I have gone down for Memorial Day and we have had heavy storms and, once, a tornado siren going off while we were at the cemetery. It may be a paranormal phenomenon; we’re going to have to experiment next year with the timing.

Google’s really good new GPS directions got me down there easily, but perhaps due to the storms, the service was out until I got through Lafayette, the home of Purdue, by aiming north and east – and there was a little guess-work about the north and east.

This is just the bare bones account of the past two days; I’m leaving details for later. Oh, things such as my cousins and I possibly being as kooky as our grandmother, who was once referred to as “A real piece of work.”

I guess I should give them aliases . . . Larry, Curly and Moe? Okay, I’m joking, but I’ll think of something so no one will suspect they are Ann, Glenda and Susie.

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And because this IS Indiana and basketball is a big thing, I just have to mention that my dad’s sister Mary married Glen Woodrow and their great-grandson got his name in the paper in a big, memorable way.

From the Lafayette Journal & Courier:
Woodrow carries Fountain Central to sectional championship
Barry Lewis 10:23 p.m. EST March 8, 2014

VEEDERSBURG – Fountain Central junior Ethan Woodrow was a man on a mission Saturday night to make sure his basketball season end did not this weekend.

Mission accomplished.

Woodrow scored 21 of the Mustangs’ 26 points in the first half and ended with a game-high 30 points in Fountain Central’s 53-47 win over Southmont in the Class 2A Fountain Central Sectional championship game.

“Ethan pretty much put us on his shoulders and carried us, especially in the first half,” said Fountain Central coach Jason Good, who celebrated a sectional title and his 100th areer victory. “He was a bit disappointed in his play on Tuesday and he played better last night — and tonight, he played like someone who was not going to let his team lose. He played like a senior, and he is not a senior.”