Family is like chard: colorful, bright, and fluffy. Wrong, family is like wilted chard that has lost some of its appeal but it’s yours, so you deal with it. Come on, family is not like a vegetable at all; they are like ruminants chewing on old memories and passing a lot of gas. Just kidding, family are not like ruminants; they are like…

No, they are not like an assortment of berries.

Obviously, after the Santa Barbara routine, we stopped at the nearby farmers market, did some shopping, and then drove away from the sunset. This was looking back from where we came.