I don't know if I ought to leave town anytime soon.

Last week, in a weak moment, my first wife, my oldest daughter and my favorite mother-inlaw talked me into going to Canton to my youngest grandchild's graduation.

I had a feeling that I might not ought to go, since there was a court hearing that I would have liked to have been at Friday. Since I asked one of the parties in the case, and one of the lawyers involved, and got nothing, I decided that they didn't want me there. The judge in the case is not one of my favorites, so my presence might not have been needed. It came out better than mine did. The judge didn't rule on the case, so unlike my cases, it is not thrown out, yet.

I left town Thursday, with three of my favorite women heading for the city/country to see Mason graduate from Cherokee County kindergarten class of 2008. Mason is our five-year-old grandchild.

Come to think of it, there should have been no problem choosing between going to court or to graduation. I'm glad I made the right choice.

I asked my daughter, Donna, if Mason was going to be the valedictorian at his Friday graduation?

She explained that he might have if they credited baseball, but that was not in his schooling. Donna stated that this graduation might have been his best chance as an honor student, but we will see.

The graduation program was great. We got to take the boy with us since he had learned almost everything they had taught in kindergarten. Good thing his mother is a teacher of 25 years. They really wanted me to come to take photos of the event. I enjoy doing that, so it worked well.

We left the school and took him to Chucky Cheese for a graduation party. They ate pizza, and I ate salad. I'm not sure who enjoyed the games the most, Mason, Tammy or Betty Jo. They did go through some coins. After all the winning tickets were counted, they almost had enough to get a big ball.

I failed to say that Mason's 94-year-young Granny was there, along with his Aunt Mealie and Uncle David.

The best thing so far was that Mason was coming home with us Saturday. We left Saturday morning heading for Colquitt.

When Tammy goes, we never get to go straight home. It seems that we had tickets to the Renaissance Festival on the way home in Fairburn. Tammy called to see if the festival grounds were suitable for wheelchair patrons.

The lady assured her that "most" of the grounds were fine. She lied!

"There are 'some' rough spots," she stated. She told the truth.

Now Uva, my 94-yearyoung mother-in-law is in better shape than most of us, except she doesn't walk too good, so we carried a wheel chair. It wasn't one of those you can wheel yourself in, you must be pushed. Guess who was elected as the "pusher"?

I knew I was in trouble when we parked in that dirt field of a parking lot. It hadn't rained there in awhile, so it was fairly hard. We, Betty Jo, Tammy, Uva, Mason and "ye scribe" went all over the seemingly 500 acres that the festival covered.

It was different. They sold everything from beer at the pubs to swords, knives, axes and armor used in the Renaissance times. They had some good entertainment, especially for men. Back in those times, the ladies seemed to like to show their wares, especially their top sides. Some of those costumes would have made Dolly Parton look little.

Other than testing my heart pushing Granny up and down those steep hills and dales, we all seemed to enjoy it. We ate well, drank a lot of bottled water ($2.95 per bottle) and sweated a good bit. I found out that there is nothing wrong with my heart.

We made it home before dark and got in a little ball throwing and card playing before bedtime.

We didn't get to keep Mason too long; he took off to the beach with my Richardson children for a few days. They'll be back next week, and you just might findus down at the creek or at a pond toward the weekend.

I'm not sure how long Mason's mom is going to let him stay, but gas is so high, I told her we'd bring him back before school starts in the fall.