Greetings from Vermont...

Dear son,

Well, we're in Vermont right now. The day is finally done, your mother's aunt's memorial service is over, we've completed all our familial obligations, and now your mom and I are crashing in a Marriott hotel for the night. Your grandmother was just here a few minutes ago, watching something with your mom about Scott Peterson, the guy who was convicted of killing his wife Laci. It was sad to see your cousins and know how much they must be missing their mom. But they have a lot of family to draw strength from, so that's a big comfort. Tomorrow, we get up early and fly back to Newark, drive to Hoboken, then go to your aunt Erin's. Sheesh. I hate travel!

Love,
Dad