So Scott's Dad invited me to join him, his mother and his sister for blueberry picking on a huge farm today. I got up at 4.30, took the bus, took the train, got picked up by his sister, then we picked up him and his mother and drove another hour to the farm. It was closed. All the ripe berries got picked already and it won't open for a week so the rest of the berries can grow. Three people in the car forgot about calling the farm to find out if it is open. Oh well, I got to see some Illinois landscape.