…to last week.
Michael enjoying practice for the Pepsi 400 last Thursday night in Daytona:
Joseph doing the same:
….or not.
Don’t worry.Didn’t last too long, although it was, while it was going on, loud. Practice was followed by a race of some other kind of car – the Porsches Paul Newman used to drive when he was racing – for which we stayed for about 10 laps or so, and which Michael very much enjoyed:
After which, this very short, and just-enough dose of racing, it was back up AIA to our place. We stopped for a late dinner, an experience which provided a Moment for the Ages.
Joseph got up to do something he had been told not to do. In my inimitable confused, mother-of-a-few, list-them-til-you-get-the-right-one fashion, I said, by way of correction, "Michael!…..Joseph! Stop!"
And at exactly the same time, in unison, (and in probably the same tone of voice) Katie said, "Michael!…..Joseph! Stop!"
She was alternately in hysterics and deeply depressed, declaring repeatedly, "I need to hang out with new people…I need to hang out with new people…"