7 July 1976
We arrived in Alexandria, Virginia, home to my paternal grandparents. The Hodgkins.
Arthur moved the Volkswagen in the Ryder truck but there were no ramps on the other end. The car was stuck in the truck. They drove around and Nimmy cried and finally they finagled something, unloaded the Beetle. My mother tearstained and my father imperviously, laconically friendly, persuaded some guy to let them use his business's loading dock.
I added to the mix by screaming, pooping, and devouring. So fragile, all three of us, and the two yet to come had no idea what they were getting into.