Well, jest like Willie, we's on the road again, cept we's a lot cleaner now and so is the pickyup since Paw didn't believe thet flatlander about them miles an' miles o' water an' decided he's agonna find out fer hisself. Them folks was right helpful, apickin' us out the water an' all. Got the truck most near dried out too. Only trace left is thet little minner that swims around in the water in the dash. He goes from the 10 to the 80 in the speedometer back and forth. Some police feller tole Paw thet in order to keep aheadin' in the right direction he needs to keep the sun on his right side, problem is he tole him thet in the mornin', come about one o'clock paw makes a goldern u-turn so's he can keep the sun on his right like he was tole. Lucky fer us he don't drive near as fast after noon so's I reckon we make about 10 miles a day in the right direction....Cain't tell thet ole man nuthin nohow.....Ya'll tell Catspaw to hang in there, help's a commin'....Soon as it gets to be my turn ta drive I'll make some goldurn headway, you wait'n see...Contrary old fart...grumble....grumble....