Okay, your letter was hysterical. Tanner's friend, Matt Stone from BYU emailed me. He said, "I read every one of Tanner’s and Hunter’s letters, and they were great, but Porter’s are hysterical. Thanks for posting them!" Your flair for writing wasn't something I expected. I never know what to expect when I send a son out on a mission, and learning more about you through your letters is always such a nice surprise.
I'm sure by now you've heard of Harvey, the category 4 hurricane that came shore north of Corpus Christi, This has been one of my favorite pictures, the shot from space:
The flooding though, is devastating. Houston received 52 inches of rain. That's 200 inches of snow. The professionals are talking about how the Texas economy is no more, because of how much work it's going to take to recover. Even the Houston temple has water inside. All missionaries are accounted for, provided with extra food and water, and will soon be part of a massive clean-up. The 52" is the highest amount of rainfall that's ever fallen in North America.
Port Arthur is also flooded. Even their emergency shelter had to be evacuated. Dallas, San Antonio and now Fort Worth have been shelter cities. Your father has had messages all week from people in other states looking to come to Texas to help the flood victims. Unfortunately, Granbury is not the ward in charge ;-)
And because all the oil refineries are in Houston, and the pipeline from the refineries is not pumping, we are running out of gas up here near Dallas. Everybody made a run to get gas, and the pumps in the city are almost dry. The price has gone up $.40.
Hunter made it to Boston safely Thursday evening. We had spent the morning getting his two big bags under fifty pounds. I think they both weighed in at 49.98 lbs. I've heard he got up the next morning at 5 a.m.for a golf game with Uncle Aaron; played massive Scrabble games with your grandmother, intense chess games with Uncle Aaron, knuckle dragging contests over who controls the remote with your grandfather, wood pile work at the Whitcombs, Rummikub contests with the Bachs, working at the church store house with Uncle Aaron...the fun never ends. He left yesterday for Utah, and is excited to be back at the Y. Finding a wife weighs heavily on his mind, as well as finding a job. He's contacted the event staff supervisor, who is excited to have him back. He also hopes to be a part of the wait staff at a Brazilian steak house.
He left Boston Tuesday, and has landed in Utah. He was able to successfully retrieve his belongings from Uncle Ben, with Megan's help. He had far less cooking supplies than he remembered, and has been at Deseret Industries several times. AnneMarie picked him up from the airport, lent him their extra vehicle while Tanner was away on business in Chicago, and took him to Costco for supplies. So nice to have help!
I got to see Cooper play in his first tennis meet. It was 99 degrees, but really feels like 106 degrees. I just sat in the stands and it was sweltering. He hurt his shoulder muscle working on his Eagle Scout bench, and wasn't able to get his usual slam first serve over the net. Only his second lob serve. His net game was a bit off as well. All his games were close, but he lost his match. His second meet he won both his matches.
Cooper heard about the airport's fundraiser, and was dropped off Saturday morning for their pancake breakfast. The high school's experimental airplane club was there as well. He was hoping to go up in an airplane for free, but only airplane take off and landing watching were offered.
Sawyer is now playing football for the middle school. He was told by the athletic director he could just kick, because of his brain cysts. He likes Sawyer, knows what a great athlete he is, and is excited to have him involved on his team. So Sawyer has been very diligent practicing, and getting Dad to help him kick.
Miller and Breyer begin soccer today.
Your bank account has $77.77, via phone; I still need your accounts and passwords list you were going to make for me.
I had five widows in the ward over for dinner. Seeing your father walk in the door, not knowing, was priceless. He handled the surprise with aplomb, and left us alone. Later, I realized he wasn't really surprised as there were a lot of cars in the driveway. What was I thinking?
Well,I'm falling asleep at the keys this morning. Know of our love for you. Give us a good update. Save those pictures. Be safe.