Driving to Georgia

Driving to Georgia tonight. My cousin Mitchie's getting hitched on the morrow. He's not the youngest of my generation (Shawn is), but he's the youngest of us that used to go to Cape San Blas on the Florida panhandle together before my parents got their place in Hilton Head. I've seen him less than once a year since, but he seems to have picked up the Fortune chivalry in droves. I've know his dad since before he got married when Jay used to flying me around the room while I gripped onto a plastic chair for dear life. It's odd thing, the people who've known you your whole life but you rarely see.