Well, I started my trip west today. My first stop was at a party in Virginia. The young lady was one of my daughter, Kathy's, roommates in college. Kathy's friends all call me "Pop." So when a young lady who's been calling me Pop for the past twenty years invites me to her party, I go. The old white haired guy in the background is her actual father. She calls him Dad. The young, good looking guy is her husband.
