Mar. 18, 2019



Checking our bags at the Little Rock Airport Terminal after a brief visit in Pine Bluff, my youngest daughter and I were impressed with all the attention Miss Starr was receiving inside the terminal.  No doubt, “Missy”--- as we so often called her--- enjoyed the affectionate hugs, pats, and comments from strangers of all ages.   Tall, stately, and a natural blonde, our standard poodle--Missy--liked to displayed her Pedigree and Show Dog manners. Wearing her Traditional Poodle Cut, Missy charmed everyone with her elegance.

Also checking in at the crowded ticket desk, a group of young men---surrounded by guitar cases, sound equipment, and other performance paraphernalia--- began paying attention to Missy, petting her and commenting on her classic good looks.  One man in the group was particularly friendly and soon struck up a conversation. He was tall, nice-looking, and his name was Ken Cross.  I couldn’t help but notice his ear lobes, not only pierced but also tattooed with half-moon designs (Don’t forget, this was the early eighties and tattoos were rare.) It wasn’t long before my daughter and I met each of Ken’s friends, learning they had performed in Little Rock the night before and were now returning home. Sorry to hear we had missed their show, they asked for our address, saying they wanted to send us tickets for future performances.

On the flight to Philadelphia, my daughter and I were sitting in coach until Ken came to get us, insisting we join his group up front. Since the group had purchased every seat in First Class, there were quite a few extra seats.  Before leaving us in Philadelphia, our new friends shared lots of good-bye hugs and kisses for the three of us, promising to stay "in-touch."

For several years after that unexpected airport encounter, I received tickets to concerts, invitations to dinner, even Christmas Cards from our new friends....The Doobie Brothers. (Yes, Miss Starr's name was included in every greeting and every invitation.)