I knew Geno for quite a while, and Clark and Mairi even longer.
Marci, if you're still out there, do you remember the time when I had delivered an Aero Commander to Norway, and since I had two weeks between flights and wasn't anxious to spend them (in November) in Oslo
I came to Rome.   Found you and Geno living in Hadrian's Villa in some sort of camper, and had just been paid so I invited you to come stay at my hotel, have hot showers, and so on. Geno: "No way, man the pigs'll be on our arse in minutes."   Me: "Ah, come on, you're just being paranoid..." Marci: "A hot shower would be kinda nice, and the baby can have a real bath...."   Two hours after arrival: Cops at the door, Bangbangbang, papers please, come with us, ..... and then they let everybody go and went away, leaving me with wtf? expression.

And the time that Clark, Mairi, Geno and I took the train from Laredo to Oaxaca (where I have been living the past twenty years.) Geno insisted o n riding third class, and was his usual, erm, not very sheveled self, with his usual wild look and enthusiastic manner. This frightened the campesinos on the train, and after Geno went to sleep in a corner, an elderly Indian lady apparently decided he was some sort of demon and tried to exorsize him by peeing on him. We had a good time in Oaxaca after that, though.

If I don't disremember, Geno died after Clark and Mairi moved to Puerto Rico. When Clark had his first heart attack, Mairi asked me to go to Puerto Rico and find them a place to retire to, which I did, on top of a mountain outside of Adjuntas, with abandoned orange groves all around and a spectacular view over the mountains to the sea.

Also Hamza el Din stayed on my farm in Pennsylvania for almost a year, while he visited local grade schools on a grant from some government agency or other, and I tried, not very successfully, to teach him to drive. Does anyone know anything about Hamza's presentday whereabouts?