You can imagine all the hubbub going on around these parts with the Pittsburgh Steelers making their seventh, yes (7th) trip to the Super Bowl and seeking their sixth, yes (6th) Lombardi Trophy. Not only the snowmen are adorned for the festivities but in downtown Canonsburg, the home of the one and only Perry Como, even he was attired appropriately. He’s somewhat famous here and I’m not really sure why that is. I’m not that old but I don’t recall him as a chart stopper but he did have one mellow voice. Guess I’m just dating myself. The temps are still in the single digits and snow is everywhere, and yes, we are still packing to hit the road on Friday. Where in the hell did all this stuff come from? What to take, what not to take? And then there is the sentimentality of some of it. You think the kids will want this someday? Well hell no, they don’t want it now, why would they later. Can you imagine packing a three bedroom house into four hundred square feet of rolling down the highway steel. This is much more difficult than I imagined. But we’ll get done. A couple of hours tomorrow morning and we hit the road. It will be truly, the first day of the rest of our lives, or this lifestyle anyway.