Earlier as I was writing about my horrific nightmares, the doorbell rang. It woke Eamon from his nap. It was our friends Chuck and Ernie. Whenever they visit, its always this kamikaze visit out of nowhere. Its always good to see them but always throws our day off.
Chuck had heard a rumor that our old friend Bill was staying at his mom's house in Fenton. Living like a hermit. Greg wasn't in the room at this point.
After Chuck left, we packed the kids into the car to take them to Gallup Park. As we drove I told Greg about the Bill rumor. And just like that we hopped on the freeway and drove the hour north to Bill's moms house.