Don and Donna


Caleb and Stone 


Two builders and a blueprint

Downstate Drop-off (Day 1): Our first stop was downstate to Utica, our old home tome where our son still lives. We dropped off Garfunkel our cat. Six weeks is a long time for a cat to be alone and Stony graciously offered to cat sit. It was a perfect opportunity to share dinner with our grandsons, catch up on family news, and kick off the vacation with board games 


 

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