Today I walked Katie Belle in a slow gentle rain. Reminded me of sudden freezing spring storms raining down on the parks Bob managed. The few guests in the park would head for their cars and the front gate turnstiles wouldn’t turn again till much later in the day. Bob would call me on the walkie talkie and ask me to come to his office. I knew by the twinkle in his eye before he said, “Want to sneak out of the park and go to a movie, Cutie?” You betcha. Those playing hooky days were special. I’m even more aware how special they were now.