Randall made it! I was chomping on the last of a peanut butter and toast lunch and saw this guy in a blue pickup looking for a parking place out front. I opened the front door just as he walked onto the porch.

He said he couldn't hang around long. It was still a couple hundred miles to his home in Indiana. So I showed him around the place and we sat out front to 'chew the fat.'

He said he had a great visit with Fredo and Mike, and that his Vermont trip was fine. (What a time to do it! The Fall colors are terrific this year!)

I boxed up two canned jars of sauce for him: the Chili that I just made and a jar of pasta sauce - Arabbiata style.) He took a photo of me holding Hobbes and I took this one of him with Rinpoche ("Rinny,' sometimes mistaken for a Penguin.)