I remember going across the Golden Gate Bridge and seeing you (Dave) if I was so lucky to get in line at you gate. Never knew which one you would be in. I remember going to Leggs for my lessons and you would be behind the desk and would punch my card, as we bought several lessons at a time. I think we had a coke or something together? There was another young man, blond hair that worked there too when you could not. His little sister took lesson. He was a Army Brat, and wanted to go to West Point or one of those schools. Wow! things are coming back to me. My email address is: firstname.lastname@example.org if you want to talk more.