I have the world's bestest mom. Before she left to help my brother pack, she assembled her Mr. Coffee machine, dumped what tastes like a hazelnut blend into it, filled the cache with cold water, and left it there in the “off” position. In minutes, I was sipping breakfast. Dad's off on his GoldWing, visiting other Iowa chapters for the weekend. I'm going to try to set him up on his own motorcycle blog before I leave this time. We'll see if he accepts the idea. Yeah, they may not have a fast connection to the Internet, but they sure know how to make this feel like… home.