So, those are the kids. Gah. Kai and Rowan are nearly my height, Jasmine is now generally taller than other girls from China who are her same age. That guy on the right ... he's not one of the kids... actually he kinda is, but not mine... What I mean to say is that's Scott's father, John.
It's been so long since I posted, I realized I need to say who Scott is. I met Scott wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-y back when we both worked at Muddy's coffee house. I was doing the waitress thing, Scott bused tables. Except he wasn't Scott, he was Jazz. Not Jasmine-Jazz, more music nickname Jazz. This was at the same time that I was living on 17th St near Colorado Blvd in a subdivided house. My apartment was ground floor with my CU (and many locations since) buddy Dan Dvorkin living in the apartment that made up the other half of the ground floor. Upstairs there were also two apartments, someone I don't remember above my apartment and Ray Barber above Dan's apartment. Ray owns a comic book store. An ideal life you say? Yes... coffee, friends and comics, what more could there possibly be?
Anyhow, Facebook once again did with the reunion thing and some Scott dude wrote me. I was utterly confused until he said Jazz.
On a side note, I recently reconnected with Ray Barber. At the time (and by some still) I was generally called Ray. Ray Ray Jazz Jazz... sounds like a band. We need to get Dan's, Kai's and Rowan's names in there too.
So, Scott/Jazz had life changes, we had life changes. He needed a residence and we sure could use a roommate. Bonus! We got John to boot... and odd coincidence John and my father were both friends with this fellow Alan in Albuquerque. Alan forms the connection between our dads because he is both a spelunker (John's passion) and high energy lasers (my dad's) and they were all in Albuquerque at the same time.
Weird connected world.