We were also in the middle of an alien invasion -- or, at least, it sounded like one! The 17 year cicadas are back this year and were chirping up a storm in a way that reminded many of us of the sound effects in bad 1950s B-movies. Isn't that a flying saucer landing? Fortunately, the cicadas aren't interested in people, just in finding something cicadas can eat and making more cicadas for the next 17 year cycle.
Steve Salaba came in from Kalamazoo and showed off his new 1952 Dodge. Cool! No pictures here, unfortunately.
We headed home about 3 PM. John came by about 7 and we split up the overage of picnic supplies. Then Gretchen, Katie, and I went over to Sweet Baby Ray's for salads (having had enough grilled meat earlier in the day) and dessert. Katie spent time charming the waitresses, although she did manage to spill most of Gretchen's glass of iced tea. Oops!
Well, no system is perfect. :)