Before I move on,lemme give y'all a Civil War Traveler's Companion tip. When traveling with your 80 year old mom who has middle stage dementia,be consciously aware of the location of her purse at all times. We left the Houston area about 7am last Wednesday. Eleven miles east of Lake Charles on IH-10 is the town of Iowa,LA. There is a Pilot Flying J truck stop on the interstate in Iowa that I always stop at when traveling through there. It's about 2.5 hours away and I stop there to use the restroom,get a cup of coffee and gas up. Mom and I stopped there then continued eastward. Next stop was on the eastern outskirts of Baton Rouge at a Golden Corral for lunch. We got out of my truck and she couldn't find her purse. Yep...she left it at the Flying J. Went in to Golden Corral and used the bathroom and I called the Flying J. Someone had found her purse and turned it in. I didn't get mad. Just did what we had to do. We saddled up and headed back to the Flying J. It was exactly 120 miles back. Got her purse with not a thing missing,used the restroom and gassed up again and rolled eastward again. Caught the afternoon traffic in Baton Rouge this time. Stopped at Golden Corral again, for supper this time.

At 7pm,we were still in Louisiana. The detour added around 5 hours to the trip. Made it to Sneads shortly before midnight. I was whooped. When I went to bed,my mom and her brother were still talking in the living room. My heart was full.