In what has become a yearly migration, I once again passed through the extremely welcoming home of Rebecca and Pat (and his family). Since clearly, I hadn't completely broken the scales after leaving Texas, Pat and Rebecca set out to make sure that I would have to buy a second airplane seat on the next leg of my adventure.
We ate and we ate and we ate. Then we talked a long while and repeated it. I can't think of a better way to have spent my time in Decatur.