On my way South I got a call from my dad, one of the windshield wipers was not firmly attached to the arm, and I needed to replace it. Sure enough I hit some rain before I found a place to stop and I nearly lost it completely. Fortunately at that time I happened to be about a mile from a rest stop, so I reattached it with a twist-tie from a bread bag and needle-nosed pliers. Tomorrow I'll be able to pick up a new wiper from Schucks.
At dinner I was amused by women who were well-trained by their ill-behaved children, and a very nice but overworked waitress.