So I didn’t see my sister off to the airport, but it sounds like it was a good thing that they left early. She got a lot of grief on the way here because she was late. She was expecting the small San Luis Obispo airport to be empty, as usual, but it was the start of spring break for Cal Poly and the place was packed.

Anyway, my dad wanted to go into the airport, even though I think that’s about as fun as visiting a prison. It took my dad a long time to get out the door, and then after my mom dropped the two of them off at the terminal, she missed the turnoff for the garage. She ended up driving all the way out of the airport and back.

Rather than go the airport, I was helping my friend Greg put together an antenna. Weird thing is, another ham we both know was there and it turns out his fiancee knows my sister. She went to the school in Japan where my sister worked. That was also where my sister met my brother-in-law. Portland is a small town.