I sit in a room on the side of the house while my mother bakes pies. I can get internet here. I can’t get the Wi-Fi on my phone because I haven’t loaded in the password yet. I wonder if I will get around to it this trip. My daughter may be on the road, driving into Ohio. We need another pallbearer. I wonder if women are allowed to do that. I think it has been one of those traditionally male roles. I don’t see anything wrong with my daughter helping out. Certainly she can do as well as these old men.