Started my first day in HP with my favorite breakfast:  biscuit and gravy, crispy bacon and a large iced tea (sweetened, of course).

Mom and I went to dinner, and when we returned we found the kitchen in a mess.  Buddy had somehow pulled the 2 cases of canned dog food onto the floor from the counter -- it had to have hit him in the noggin -- and shredded the cardboard and plastic bag.

Before that discovery, however, we went on a photo tour of High Point. Below are pix of High Point University, where my father taught Business and Advertising for decades. The other ones are of downtown where all the furniture showrooms are and the historic train station (HP got its name b/c it's the highest point on the railroad):