Becky decided that Patrick needed some clothes for the funeral so we made some stops at the local stores in Anderson, SC to find pants, shoes and a shirt. Its tough to find pants for a tall, skinny boy. They found some clothes that would work and we motivated on down the road. The fastest route was down around Atlanta and I swore the last time I took the ATL outer belt that it would be the last. So, we drove through the mountain headed for Becky's aunt and uncle's in Cleveland, TN.
An evening of companionship was enjoyed by all over a spaghetti casserole.
A few images of crossing Jellico Mountain on I-75 in Tennessee.
Monday was Wally's funeral and we laid to rest a good man. He was a Marine, fought at the Chosin Reservoir in Korea and invented heated dog water bowls, retired from a factory and was a father of three, grandfather of many and a great-grandfather to a lot more. He was a gruff, tough man who did things his own way. We all loved him. Taps always makes me cry.
The last month has been filled with dealing with rental property issues, renting, remodeling and wishing I could sell a few. We have plans to do some traveling next week.