Our trip to Wisconsin was uneventful. We made good time–even though I was driving and I tend to drive not pushing the speed limit.
The weather was dreary a couple of days with one day devoted deliciously to reading—it has been a long time since I had the opportunity to just sit and read.
On the way back, however, in Stl Louis, we encountered a 31 mile funeral procession for one of the Marines killed in an ambush in Kabul. It was an impressive sight—-miles of motorcycles, every overpass crowded with people waving huge flags, fire engines with a flag aloft on their extension ladders.
Although there is a lot I could say about the events that led to up to this—that outpouring of respect may provide a small comfort to that Marine’s family.
I took no photos of this event—but instead include this image of one of the street decorations in a small town in Wisconsin.