josh had been on the planet 10, 001 days

on saturday february 18th those wilsons left d.c. it was about 8 p.m. when we pulled out of our driveway and down tucker avenue for the last time. The instution of 6514 is officially history. and a great one at that. thanks to all the good people who have breathed life and exhuberance into our suburban existence. leaving you is the greatest sacrifice we have yet to endure. (courtney cried all the way to tennessee) we have, however, temporarily left behind our beloved dog, Leroy. so if you're needing your wilson fix please feel free to pay him a visit at the house of our friend, Aaron, in falls church. you can write us for details.

we have now been on the road five days. our US trek is full of family fun. we first stopped in tennessee to visit courtney's brother and his family. mark and christal live in the town of kingsport with their adorable and extremely articulate three-year old son, Ethan and their spritely sixteen-year-old dog, Bea. Next stop was Tuscaloosa, Alabama. We've been here since Monday visiting Josh's family. Here's some pics of the last days of tucker and the first days of our trip . . . we'll keep you posted and love to all.

out with a bang

The farewell festivities at Tucker were not hindered by the storm -- we scoff at snow. In fact, the snow actually helped to provide the pyrotechnics for the evening. At around 3:30am (I think, time becomes fuzzy around that hour), the power went out and a transformer blew right in front of our house when a snow-heavy branch fell and took out the ground line. It was quite the spectacle. It went on for some 45 minutes like a giant roman candle emitting surreal colors and a heathly dose of radiation. The explosions were so striking that Courtney was convinced it was the apocalypse, and she was poised to video the entire thing and sell it to Fox. My concern was with our new home, which was inconveniently parked right below the fireball. Eventually it set fire to the pine tree in front of the house, and despite some 15 phone calls, the fire department never showed. We got some of it on video, and you can at least get an idea from the pictures below. And the snow brought us one other special gift: the last Tucker house party was the first one where the cops didn't show up.

There were a number of people who were deterred by the snow (probably for the best, as around 20 people crashed out at our place--think bodies, not cars), and I must say, each of you were missed. For those of you who came and ducked out early, thanks for making the effort. Thanks to our djs: I'll put the link up soon so you can listen to them spin live over the internet.

Philly & Back

We managed to fit in one last excursion before the big shove off. We went up to Philadelphia for several days to visit friends one last time before they come to visit us someday somewhere south of the border. Althea may have found her extreme subculture sport of choice: bouldering. Here she is with Ant climbing on the wall he built in his basement.




Don't forget this Saturday is the farewell Tucker Ave party. Several DJs lined up. You know. Hey, bring food if you can.