




I'm sure most of you have seen or at least heard of the ducks that swim in the fountain of the Peabody hotel in Memphis. They march from their home on the roof, down in the elevator, through the lobby and into the fountain each morning and return the way they came each evening.
This past weekend Carlisle and Julianna (Charles' cousin's daughter) traveled to the Peabody with Charles' mom and Aunt Nan, so that the girls could be Duckmasters. Which means they got to walk the ducks from the fountain to the roof on Saturday afternoon. They made a fabulous weekend out of it. Shirley Temples, the Rendezvous, a carriage ride. I'm a little jealous.