I know I was just saying that I'm not going to be posting very much these days, but I am fickle and even though I should be packing boxes tonight, I don't want to. There you have it
So instead , here are more photos from our trip. Since we were in the southern part of the state, we swung by Alamogordo, New Mexico, where Dan lived when he was a little boy. His dad was stationed at Holloman Air Force Base twice, if I'm not mistaken. Using Goosle maps and Dan's sense of direction, we actually managed to find his old house on Shadow Mountain Drive.

A few years ago, a college friend of mine drove with me to Yazoo City, Mississippi, where we drove to my childhood home on East 16th Street. It was a weird experience seeing it again after years, and realizing that the street really isn't that big, and the house isn't either, and my world was generally a lot smallere than I thought it was at the time, age eight. Dan and I had a good conversation about the Childhood Home effect, a kind of surreal feeling that if you just turn around fast enough, you might see your childhood self jumping over a fence or coming home from school.
But the main point is that now Dan will tell you why this house is known in Wachdorf family lore as The Scorpion House.

"When we lived in Alamogordo our house had a nastry scorpion infestation. Scorpions would show up in the mornings in various corners of the house, usually above one of my sisters' beds. I can't count the number of times we had exterminators come and spray the attic to no avail. The scorpion infestation continued. It got to a point were we would spray the scorpions and place the deads ones in the guest shower, which we rarely used. This worked well untill we had an out of town guest come and we forgot to clean out the shower. Needless to say you could hear the screams from quite a distance."

Hahaha! What's your favorite Childhood House story?