13-May-2002 -- Today was rather windy on the eastern shore of Chesapeake Bay. We were on a family outing. My daughter Allyson, the recent recipient of a Master of Arts degree from St. John's College in Annapolis, was the navigator. She guided us to a point very near to the town of Starr, Maryland, which may actually be closer to the point than Centreville. I was the driver. I approached the nearest farm house, got out and knocked. No one responded, even though the door was open and the radio was playing.
I returned to the closest approach by road and stopped. The point was in a field where crops at one time had been cultivated. However, no cultivation was taking place this season. Some type of grain was growing, but the plants were sparse and appeared to be "volunteers" -- sprouted from seeds left over from last year's harvest.
Five people stayed in the van while my father and I walked across the field. Those five were: my mother Elaine, my wife Diane and three of our daughters, Allyson, Angela and Brittany.
We reached the spot easily. We had time to do the confluence dance. It was a great day!