Mr. Boy enjoyed the Virginia interlude, getting to help drive a tractor at his godfather’s Shenandoah Valley vineyard and see the house parrot while maintaining a respectful distance from her curved and pointed beak. Then he got to spend a few days with his older and younger cousins from California and Mississippi who converged on Roanoke’s grandest hotel for my niece’s wedding, a get together of more than 250 relatives, friends and other guests from around the country.
He was quite good despite long hours in cars and on planes. For the latter he enjoyed the view out the window at eight miles high, remarking on the flight up there: "Mom, we’re above the Earth!"
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