This is a short, but very cute story that always tickles me when I remember it. The people involved were dear friends who I shared many good times with. However, I'm not sure I'm a good enough writer to accurately convey its humor and poignancy.
In about 1983 I was the assistant director of the ski school at China Peak Ski Area. One day I was skiing with my good friend Mary Dawn.
As you can see from the photo Mary Dawn was very pretty, she's also nearly six feet tall. If you were male and had a pulse, you'd probably notice her.
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| Mary Dawn about 1983. |
So, Mary Dawn and I finished a run and got in line to go back up the chairlift. As we were waiting our turn our friend Spencer, a fellow instructor, joined the line. For some now long forgotten reason, I wanted to talk to Spencer about something.
But the chairlift we were taking was a double - only two persons could ride together - so I turned to Mary Dawn and told her that I was going to ride with Spencer.
At almost that exact moment, Brook, a nice young instructor, also joined the line.
Brook was in his first year on the ski school. He was a bit shy and still trying to find his place in the mildly competitive and modestly ego-driven world of ski instructors. He had not yet developed the typical instructor's "too cool to be cool" demeanor.
I yelled over to him, "Brook, I'm riding up with Spencer, why don't you ride with Mary Dawn?"
Brook looked at her, and Mary Dawn, who is one of the friendliest people you could ever meet, gave him a big smile and said hello. Brook looked back at Spencer and me and said, "Wow! This is my lucky day!"
That's all there is to it. I hope you can use your imagination to understand why I remember this incident so fondly.
