We are home from a day on the road for a graduation reception for great nephew Justin. The reception was in a picnic shelter adjacent to a lake. The heat that had been touted didn’t seem to bother anyone with the breeze that was enjoyed. A great day but there is no place like home. If I had not kicked my shoes off as soon as I hit the entry of the house, I would have tapped my shoes just as Dorothy did from the Wizard of Oz. “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home.”