Everything is on the truck. The condo is locked up. We got to the Car Train 3 hours before the train leaves. There’s nothing to do now but wait for dinner at 7. We know the train isn’t insanely late because we’re in the lobby instead of waiting in a long line in the car. With luck, we’ll arrive somewhere near 9 tomorrow morning. Below you can see crew boss Paul shortly after he found out they missed a dozen glass figurines, and the shuttle truck with everything Mom owns.

With no wall hangings, no furniture, no rugs, and a ceramic tile floor, the living room had an amazing echo. Mom couldn’t stop yodeling. We were so early we stopped in Sanford for an ice cream lunch. It was excellent ice cream.