When we arrived at the Rainbow, I was out sorting gear to take into the room and putting it on the baggage cart. My dad arrived, and he and Kate were having trouble pushing the overladen cart through the doors at the hotel.
My dad mentioned that some very nice gentleman with a weird red Mohawk graciously held the door for them, and offered to help.
Didn't take long for me to put two and two together on that one.
Buddy, I've no doubt your mother is very proud of you.
It's not what's on top of your head - it's what's below the surface.
Thanks, Buddy!
Chris