29 Dec 11. With the TFX contract being stolen from Boeing in 1969, courtesy of a certain former senator from TX, things in Seattle got very grim, and remained so for a few years, even more so than what has been experienced in the past 3 years. Some of you may even recall the Time Magazine cover showing the billboard with the words "Will the last person out of Seattle please turn out the lights." Employment was grim, and if you had a job you did everything possible to maintain it. I wound up working three different jobs (day job, on-call evenings in the hospital, and weekend barber) plus donating a fair amount of time with a couple of efforts that were dear to my heart, both involving marine mammals. As a result I wasn't home nearly as much as I would have liked to have been, and the family stresses because of such were not small. I didn't have a lot of time at home when daughter Jennifer was awake, and we didn't spend a lot of quality time together. BUT when we did do some things together, they were often unlike those any of her playmates ever experienced, and they centered around some of my activities. At 3.5 years of age, Jennifer was old enough to appreciate that dad was working with some rather, shall we say, interesting animals, much more so than just having a 6' boa constrictor as a pet. She really wanted to get involved with one of the critters dad was working with, so one day we took a trip down to the waterfront to go for a ride on a Killer whale. She was all excited, at least up until the point when we started wading along the side of the animal, whereupon she suddenly realized that this "pet" was just a wee big bigger than she had bargained for, and suddenly going for a ride didn't seem like such a great idea. But dad had gone to some effort to get her permission, so he wasn't going to let her "miss out" on this opportunity. As she approached the dorsal fin of a female Orca, she started bawling and claiming she didn't really want to go for a ride, but I put her on the back of the whale and made her hang on for a few moments to get a feel for what it might be like to actually go for a ride on one in the water, such as one could read about in our local Indian lore. Now Jennifer was a bit of a ham in those days, so in mid bawl I pointed to mom up at street level with camera in hand. As soon as she saw the camera she immediately stopped crying and grinned for the shot, then, once she heard the camera take the photo, returned to crying until I took her off the back of the Orca. I have looked unsuccessfully high and low for that particular shot and can't find it, so here is one taken just prior to her starting to bawl. Note the tightly clasped hands around my neck!