Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be. It is just past 6:30 a.m. in "The City."

It is raining, however, the thunder that was forecast ti accompany the rain did not seem to materialize. As an aside, the change in pressure still drove STWD to her hide-e-hole. This morning, the NWS is forecasting the T-Storms to last until around 7:00 a.m., and then be scattered throughout the day. The sun will rise into the mostly-cloudy skies @ 7:30 this morning and set later @ 7:45 p.m. Plus, today's high temperature of 82° is forecast to be 10° higher than yesterday. By the weekend, we'll see temperatures fall back into the 70s and the skies will be sunny once again.

Speaking of the intrepid Weather Dog, I was downstairs in my La-Z-Boy reading and watching TV news last evening, when Sugar arrived and jumped into my lap, pushing Ginger aside. Sugar made herself and me comfortable, just like the good old days. I can confess, that I was moved by her need for lap time and I got a bit misty. Back when I was hospitalized in both 2010 and 2011, I missed our lap time. Before then, we used to fall asleep in a similar chair and that was fine with both of us.

I still remember when I was released from my first extended hospitalization in 2010. Mary had to sequester Sugar in the bedroom until I got situated in my chair. Once Mary released Sugar, I believe that like Michael Jordan, Sugar proved that dogs can fly, as she took a leap across the living room starting at the kitchen, and executed a perfect landing in my lap to welcome me home. She is my baby and that will never change.

While I was still hospitalized, in 2011, Mary arranged for Sugar to visit me and Sugar made herself at home in my lap in the wheelchair that I was using. She was very reluctant to leave me when it was time to go. The Beatles intoned that you, "Can't buy me love." But I know for certain that you can adopt love in Huntley, IL. I was smitten the first day that Sugar and I met, and nothing has changed in the last 10 years.

But in my own maudlin way, I once again digress. I'll keep the sports report simple. All of my teams lost by lopsided scores. The less said about that, the better.

Ginger and  I did some trainspotting yesterday as we observed MMRR locomotives 2019 and 2025 @ 8:55 a.m. heading south, towing 15 CHCs, one DBTC, and one DWTC with a green anti-corrosive stripe, all empty. Later, @ 12:27 p.m., those same locomotives were espied heading north towing 10 CHCs, three DWTCs, and one GTC. All of those cars were loaded.

Moving on to the promised pictures from our trip to Road America, I'll finish the pix and descriptions now and then move on to some pix from yesterday's photo-sessions here at the manse and on the PE. The manse and PE pix will probably wait until a future blog.

I don't have a particular order for the pix from Road America, but it doesn't really matter until our arrival in Muskegon aboard the Lake Express High Speed Catamaran.

Cars like this homage to the Mustang from the movie, Bullet, were set to depart,

as was this mid-60s Ford,

and this 1960s Corvette,

along with this 1920s era Bentley,

and dozens of vintage cars.

They were all lined up to go on a recreation of the races as they were run on the roads near Elkhart Lake, before the track was built in Plymouth in the mid-1950s

They traveled to Elkhart Lake for a show and tell.

I landed on the bench outside the Brown Baer.

We had a few adult beverages and then walked back to our Airbnb.

We arose the next morning and traveled to Milwaukee for our ferry ride back to Michigan aboard the Lake Express. Both Mary and I took some pictures of the ship arriving, during our trip across the "Big :Lake", and finally as we headed into the dock in Muskegon.

We came prepared with hammish sandwiches on homemade rye and a novel.

A rare shot of my lovely bride of 45 years.

We departed the Port pf Milwaukee at high speed.

And we knew we had arrived on the eastern shores of Lake Michigan when we were  greeted by many small craft,

the lighthouse at the end of the channel,

the dunes of the harbor,

and people waving to us as we arrived.