4 power plants in 4 days and a detour to pick up a motorcycle project and I finally made it back to God's country at 2100 last night. Mrs. Irish had made homemade Kafta kebobs, Greek rice, a nice Greek salad, homemade Taziki sauce and some warm pita bread all coming off the grill. And here I thought she was mostly Irish and Cherokee, but I need to check here ancestor to see if she ain't got some Greek down the line somewhere. I am a lucky guy...