I'm out of here, but you can have my alter ego to kick around

After he lost the election to John Kennedy, Richard Nixon held his final press conference (too bad it really wasn’t his final one) and said, “Boys, you want have Richard Nixon to kick around anymore.” I’m going away—thanks to some of the recent bantering in my blog, Murf has come up with a “Sage Piñata.” Unlike Nixon’s promise, I plan to be back, but until then you’ll have this piñata to kick and take swings. .

I’m heading out of here Monday morning and as this trip is completely vacation, there’ll be no laptop. After a few days of becoming waterlogged in the Wisconsin Dells, we’ll be on the Laura Ingalls trail, hitting Little House on the Prairie shrines (they’re called museums but I’m not so sure) across the Midwest. I almost hate to admit to this trip because one of my faithful stalkers (I mean readers) often calls me Pa Ingalls.

By the way, I never knew the Ingalls family was so mobile—those people lived all over the country and even after driving across five or so states, we’ll not get to them all. But there is a little girl very dear to my heart that I hope will have the time of her life. To make the trip a little more realistic, I may put a plank on her seat so she can feel what it was like to ride on a buckboard.

Unless I get board and find a computer in a public library, a coffee shop, or in the back of a high tech Conestoga Wagon, I’ll check back in around the 15th.