Other highlights include driving to Texas with my mother and aunt to pick up a cat.� Why Texas, you ask?� Because my mother is now an official Birman cat breeder, with five of the felines currently cohabitating with us, perched like little snowball sphinxes on cabinets, chairs, and piano corners.�
And taking trips with my father to Cambdenton, Missouri, where he has been, for several years and with the help of friends, digging a very large hole.� When I say digging I mean chiseling and blasting, as in dynamite.� The purpose of this hole was to break into a cave, otherwise inaccessible.� About a month ago, he did it, and eager spelunkers everywhere may now drop down into the hundreds of miles of mapped and unmapped passage.�