The 'mad-hatters' was how I referred to them later. Indeed, I had no sooner clambered onto the truck, than I knew Abbott & Costello were in charge! Glen had been at O'Reillys for 26 years, and Michael had been born here, son of Luke, in 1936. They knew the stories every-which-way, and the topography like the back of their hand. They knew the botany; they knew the geology. They knew where the Stinson crashed in 1937 and how Bernard had calculated its flight path and why it crashed where it did!!
The three hours with these two old codgers was worth its weight in gold. Glen was fluent in Japanese. Michael had a swag of old photographs to illustrate his tales of the 'good old, tough old days'. Then when they were waiting for the billy to boil they played harmony on the harmonica to keep us entertained: Daisy, something Scottish, and Bach's first Prelude.
As if that wasn't enough, Glen stirred the tea in the billy in a gob-smacking way!