Sweet Carolina.... dunt, dunt, dunt...

Last weekend, I went back to North Carolina.

I met my long-time friend, Diane in Vegas and we flew back together.

Somehow, we walked out of the car rental office with keys not to

the  Ford Focus we'd reserved

but this little Mustang.

Sweet...

 We packed in more than should be possible in a few days....

starting with lunch with this guy.

Murphy is the asst. U.S. Attorney in Carolina and

one of my favorite friends from the ol' days.

Without getting him into trouble all these years later,

let's just say, he was very knowledgeable, helpful and re-source-ful

on some of my biggest investigations.

He and Diane also dated a bit.

So we had quite the fun lunch.

 That night we had dinner with my old roommate, Joanne and

our good friend, Larry.

 Joanne's parents (I adore these two) joined us for dinner

and boy, did we have fun looking at old pictures, reminiscing

and telling heelarious stories.

This may sound silly, but one of the highlights of the night

was when Drewry (Joanne's dad) hugged me

goodbye and called me "puddin".

Don't know about you, but I just love, love, love the South.

 This is my darling cousin, Liz and her sweet Esther.

She let Diane and I use her house as a crash pad.

Before you ask, if all we did is meet friends for lunch and dinner

(don't forget breakfast)... yes, that's pretty much what we did.

We actually went back to N.C. for the 20 year anniversary of when

our news helicopter crashed, killing three of my co-workers

(one of them, our pilot, who happened to be engaged to Diane).

I'll write about that next time.

It deserves its own post.