In 1970, my brother had just completed his tour with the Navy on Guam. He had completed his medical training while receiving financial support from his commitment to our armed forces. It worked real well, and before completing his Naval career seven years later at Oak Knoll Hospital, he served his internship at Mayo Clinic in Minnesota.
My brother is six years older than me, and we have a sister that was born just one year after Mike, my brother. Margaret was an animal lover, could teach a cat to sit-up and roll-over. Mike and Margaret had been close since little kids doing mischievous things together.
When Mike got his internship, Margaret, a registered nurse, decided to take a nursing position close to the Mayo Clinic.
It would turn out to be a great family experience while Margaret, who loved kids, was able to help Dede, Mike’s wife, with their two young children. Two-years-old and less than one.
Because Margaret was going to need her car it was decided she should drive from California to Minnesota. Five years her junior, and full of teenage spirit, I offered to drive Margaret back in her 1964 Chevrolet Corvair and then fly home.
Margaret was still waking for the second day of our journey to Minnesota. It was sometime after 4:00 a.m., but not yet 4:15. I believe I spotted the rabbit running across the road first, but Margaret saw it too.