Our visit this week was to South Carolina. We wanted to celebrate the birthdays of John’s sister Chris and husband Steve. We were planning on a long day of travel punctuated by lunch in their town, but they made it easy by offering to meet us halfway. Our arrival was within 15 minutes of each other. Requesting a quiet table, we settled in the back of Olive Garden and talked non-stop for two and a half hours. If there had been anything scintillating to relate, I wouldn’t write about it publicly. Don’t worry; you didn’t miss anything. We were interested in hearing about their latest trip, the things going on in their church, and family news. I meant to tell them that SC had decorated its interstates in pine trees and dogwoods, whereas Tennessee had redbud trees.