It's crunch time, and we're on the road. I've got twenty of my men with me, and they've brought along their old ladies as cover, since we're supposedly using this trip as our annual road trip.

Mom and Char are manning the phones as they usually insist on doing. Em is running things for the week or so I'll be gone, and I'd left four guys at the garage. Then there were the other crew members who worked elsewhere, who will keep an eye on the town and our remaining families. Like ...