I wouldn't come home early from a backpacking trip for any Tom, Dick or Harry. Well, maybe for Tom. But for Mike, especially to meet him for the first time, no question!Mike was visiting Rachel from Chicago, where he lives. Rachel often goes to visit Mike in Chicago from San Francisco, where she lives. These days, there's quite a lot of visiting going on, mostly SF to Chicago, since Rachel can take her work with her. So, Rachel thought it would be great if we got to visit with Mike, too, when he came in this direction.
He did come to SF, last week, just as I was leaving for the mountains. But, just a few hours after I got home on Sunday evening, they came to visit us for a couple of days.
We like him. Good signs are that he likes NPR (knew about Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me! and where they tape the shows!), and has a sweet tooth. Oh, and not once did I see him roll his eyes if I said something goofy. And he's funny and laughs a lot, and seems very gentle and sincere. He brought us some honey from his dad's apiary and a sweet double cd of The New Grass Revival from the early days, 1977. Seriously.
It was fun getting to know him a little bit. He and a partner have a commercial contracting business in Chicago. And he's also a musician. You name it, he plays it, but it starts with the drums. Looking forward to hearing some of his recordings one of these days, which he can make in his own studio at home.
Here are a few photos Mike and Rachel were patient enough to pose for so you can see how cute. They had to leave Tuesday so he could catch a plane back to Chicago. And now we miss him, too. That's another good sign.
