The power of three

We are going to visit dear Uncle Dick in Los Angeles. Ten years since we saw him. He's 90 now.

Then on to nearby San Diego to sight see, including Sea World to witness my first music partner, Jack Lohman, introduce dolphins who leap from the tank into the air as if on cue. Actually, he does his spiel and watches for the shadows circling below as his cue. He now lives near Las Vegas. Days he is a city planner. Once a month he is Yukon Jack and livin' the dream.

I learned this when he called last night. We had lots of old times to recall. He told me about his then-wife who resented all the time music took away from the marriage. They had moved to Denver in late '71, the year before I left Ohio. When I went the following May, it wasn't to revive Jon and Mikel, but she didn't know that. When Jack told her I was in Denver, she screamed, "Oh no, he's FOLLOWING us!"

It's interesting how timing effects us. Jack called last night. The night before, Uncle Dick called and asked us if we could come for a visit. We've never been to visit sister Nancy in Sante Fe, and had planned to go in February, and that's three. Today, we called Karen Miller at Putman Travel to figure out the best way to do all three stops and use Frequent Flyer miles from Shelagh's mom. That should be interesting, too.

After nearly ten years, it's time to leave the hill again and fly 600 mph in a crowded metal tube eight miles high.