We took our little trek to the little city of Waldo to pick up our bees. If you mention Waldo around here you will elicit one of 2 responses. Either "did you try the fried bologna sandwich or, in reference to the children's book "Where's Waldo". To us though, Waldo means bees. So we were on the road at 5am and returned by 10- and these southern gals were installed in their Yankee home by 11. And the fried bologna sandwich cafe wasnt open yet!