Saturday we'll be hitching up the buckboard and hauling Dartlad The Youngest two and a half hours west of here where he'll begin his freshman year of college. Then Sunday we'll have an instant replay, this time a 90 minute drive to the south, where Dartlad The Middlest will move into the choicest digs on campus for his junior year.
Matriculate well, boys.
(Painting of Pops seeing me off to school back in olden times. Thanks to Mr. Rockwell for the illustration. I sure miss that old collie.)