Monday, February 28, 2011  Signs of maturity...  TG and I are on
a min-vacation down here in Norfolk, visiting our darling
daughter. Since I'm on vacay, DD has kindly offered to do a
guest post for me, so I can continue drinking relaxing. I did,
however, give her some of the touristy photos I took, in case
she wanted to work with them.  (What? You sight-see your way,
I'll sight-see mine.)  Without further ado, I hand you over to
DD:  The first time my parents visited us after the Navy brought
us back to the Old Dominion, the local landmark that caught my
mother's eye was not the vividly blooming Norfolk Botanical
Garden. Neither was it the historical majesty of the battleship
USS Wisconsin, nor was it the seedy summertime charm of the
Virginia Beach boardwalk.  No, it was a hair salon.  She
immediately made a solemn vow that -- unbeknownst to my dad
(should I call him TG? No, I'm afraid that's just too weird) and
me -- would lock us into a quest fit for... well, fit for a blog
post: "Oh! Oh, I have got to get