Postscript

D is coming back early. He thought it was strange that there were so many "religious" radio stations available from his rental car (not that there's anything wrong with religion). He was slightly apprehensive when the person taking him around to the best neighbourhoods took him only to the suburbs off highways. He got a bit scared when he asked where they could get a Starbucks or just coffee as he had been awake since 2am to catch the flight and she had to think for a while and the only place she could think off was where they had lunch. He called me the minute he saw the third billboard sponsered by the NRA and shouted "There is no way in hell I am raising my kids here!!!" His call came through when I had some neighbours over for wine and cheese. They were on the floor laughing when they heard D babbling on about how horrified he was...they reminded him that he was raised in Winnipeg..he shouted "There are 2 Starbucks outlets within a 5 minute walk from my Dad's place..if we don't get shot by some NRA member we would have to take a f*^ing flight out to find one from here!!" They are happy that we are staying. He is on the next flight out.