Don't let the door hit you....and Pizza

My nephew Cristopher married a nice Irish girl in Ireland. Many in the family traveled to the emerald Isle to celebrate with him.

My sister Liz and husband Pat live on Maui. He owns an organic farm and she is a school teacher.



On their return trip from Ireland, they had a lay-over in Chicago and were able to visit family.

They were supposed to land about 2pm but didn't arrive until near 6pm. We were hungry and decided to get some pizza's at Dino's on Higgins.


While driving back home with the pizza we got the call, we're at the hotel and want some pizza.
So I made a timely detour and picked them up.

They were going to wait until all ate the pizza together but I insisted they eat it while it was hot. They agreed that Chicago has the best pizza.






After their visit, I drove them to visit our other sister Mary. When we arrived we learned that Mary, who works for the post office, just got a phone call that they were closing her post office. This meant she would have to drive a great distance to a new location or retire.

She just didn't feel up to a visit and asked us to leave.



So, I took them to their hotel for a much needed rest. Poor Liz's eye's were bloodshot and Pat was tired also. We said good-bye and hoped to see each other soon. Probably not Pat who has to tend to his farm.