Attention George Butterfield,
My name is Bob Collins. Janey Cruise (pictured with me at right), my sister Linda and I were all with you and Martha back in 1969. That was still, for all of us, the best trip of our lifetimes—and we have all travelled a lot since then.
We remember Janey and her friend in their baby doll pajamas out on the balcony of the Hotel Rossio in Lisbon causing a near-riot in the plaza below, Bob Wright breaking his foot leaping off the Victor Emmanuel monument, Martha blackmailing that poor kid from Newfoundland so he would arrive home with a beard and watching the first moon walk from the bar on the cruise ship in the Mediterranean—it goes on and on and on.
Just wanted to thank you once again.