Dear Liza,
I have some sad news. Grandpa Nelson’s sister June lost her husband this week. They were out walking their two big dogs, Zeus and Luna, and Uncle Michael had a heart attack and died, right there in the park by their house.
Michael was a very nice guy. He was a surfer, a football coach, a musician and music manager. And he loved Auntie June very much.
Grandpa Nelson and I have spare time since we are not working, so we came down to Los Angeles to help out. I must tell you, I wasn’t looking forward to LA traffic. But it turns out that there are now trains that will get you around town!
Once we landed at the Burbank airport, we walked few blocks and there was a train station named after Bob Hope, a comedian who worked in vaudeville (ask your dad) and then movies. We caught the train to Chatsworth, and walked a few blocks from the station to our hotel. Portland to hotel, door to door, in 5 hours, with no car. Pretty nifty.
We got to see June, Auntie Dorothy and Uncle Gary the first day. We talked non-stop for about 13 hours, only taking breaks to eat lunch and dinner.
And of course, we got to meet Zeus and Luna, who are missing their Daddy Michael very much.
We will be here for a week, helping Auntie June figure out what to do next. It’s always good to help.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 