350 ACRES Three black Escalades — pulled up a respectful distance from our doors. A woman in a bright yellow outfit with white flowers was let out from the shotgun position of the rear vehicle. Dr. A did not like being driven around, and certainly would not accept being unable to easily see the territory. “Mark? Could you come out?” After some Freightliner shuffling, I joined Dr. A in front of the lead vehicle. “How are you doing doctor? Did you have a good July 4th weekend?” “It was very nice. I went down to Monterey and they had fireworks over the bay. It is beautiful down there overlooking the highlands” “Yes. I love it down there. You know I proposed to my wife overlooking the highlands?” “Yes, I read your memoirs… remember?” “Actually, I just always assumed you were psychic” I say with a big smile. “Apparently not… not even a good predictor” “I doubt you can honestly say that. I think you knew this would happen. In some ways, I think you want this to happen.” “What do you want Mark?” - 81 -
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