Yes, it’s true. On Monday we took Amtrak to San Juan Capistrano to lunch with out dear friends, Maj. Gen. Ray Cole and his lovely wife Gwen. Charles had asked me how I met the Cole’s and I said,
“hmmmmm, I was flying back from Paris stopping to see Mom in Chicago and the Coles just finished their adventure in Africa and were stopping in Chicago to see one of their children. “
Isn’t that grand? A friendship forged in the isles of American Airlines that has just gotten more dear thru the years. 
I know you’re wondering, and the answer is no, we didn’t see any swallows as they fly to the Mission in March.
