You promised to keep your good humor when the TSA fellow grips your personals and reminds you to cough; with all them little tykes in tow, they don’t want to see Poppa get a last minute Naughty List due to the TSA Grinch.

There’s little I can think of worthy of all the stress and hardship of wintery travel other than the warmth of Ma’s kitchen, and all the good-goods that goes with it …

Like you I’ll be on the road Saturday morning. It’ll be black dark and mighty few on the road at that hour, but you’ll still need to keep an eye out for them as has been on the road longer, or a well meaning fellow finishing a night of early celebration.

Merry Christmas to you all and drive safely.