with no food in the fridge, little money to be spent, no shifts to work on the weekend, stir crazy from the winter sentence of being home bound, jon and i decided we would take advantage of our cirumstances and make the three and a half drive up to salem to see and stay with his parents.


we were greeted with hot from the oven chicken pot pie and a toasty fire place to sit in front of while conrad banged on the same piano jon as a little boy once took a wooden spoon to and made rice out of the keys with-later on in life he would redeem himself in his mothers eyes by learning how to play saffagiato on it. a reasonable deal i think.


here are some pictures from our weekend.