Big Trip to the Big City SUNDAY MORNING BRIAN SHOWED UP just as we were eating these eggs Benedict things, and Dad made Brian stay and have some, which he did after only being asked once. Brian said he'd had them before but Dad's were better, especially the sauce. Which made Dad's day, I can tell you. And then Brian said his mom wanted him to go to Minneapolis with someone responsible and so of course he picked me, and that made Mom's day just as much. Dad wasn't going to church, which has been pretty much standard since his hip healed. "The Lord and I have our own personal relationship," he'd say, which was what Grandpa Warren always said too, and Grandpa never set foot in church that I can remember except for Grandma Joyce's funeral, and then for his own too, although he didn't have much say that second time. Today Dad needed to work on the barn door hinges, one of those projects that was going to take either ten minutes or ten days, but either way it wouldn't involve Sunday services.
