Drove up to Mors to deliever the receiver I’d sold, refurbishly so. Dad coming along for the ride, so we drove around the island to revisit, discover in my case, the sites of his childhood years. Notably the house in which he was born and the church where he was babtized, but in general he had a memory, if not several, for each and every name on a sign. I too learned a helluva lot about my background. In his own words ’twas probably one of the last, if not the last, time he would ever do that. A grand outing, grand memory for me, and I of course cherished the notion of him getting so much out of it, also. A great, great time. ~~~ Tomorrow Monday. Am hoping for a quiet day.