Really. Trying to be helpful to Bill, I got careless rolling a worn tire with broken up nylon cord which pricked a finger.

Yes, I got to meet Bill and his talented wife and all the children, the youngest being the infamous iMac hacker. I got to see some of his wife's basket weaving creations that are sold at the gift shop of the Alaska Native Heritage Center in Anchorage. Bill also gave me the "nickel tour" of the area, including real polo fields, fancy horse barns, and expensive homes that go with that kind of folk.

I learned just a little bit about some of Bill's "prior lives".

Bill learned that I really am an old fart.

It was all too brief a visit for me, but I had promised both Bill as well as my wife to keep it short. After all, Bill is only home on weekends and has a waiting "honey do" list. And, as my wife reminds me, I am visiting my daughter and granddaughter in Florida. But, Bill was only an hour or so away...