Gene came to the next meeting with a proposal. “We need a break. We’re tired of sitting but going nowhere. I’m a retired travel agent but I still have contacts so I can get us a tour package at reasonable rates. I found one for Paris—art museums, Left Bank, cathedrals; and one for the Scottish Highlands—Loch Ness, a whiskey distillery , a ride on the steam train, standing stones, all that kind of thing. Since none of us speaks French I’d recommend the Highlands where they speak English—sort of. Been there several times researching my ancestors. Beautiful scenery. Here’s some literature, look it over and we can decide later.
After a couple of meetings and much discussion, they decided they would go to Scotland.
The little tour group flew into and spent the first night in Edinburgh. Gene brought his wife, Ellen, short like him with nicely permed grey hair, and Alice brought Lon who had bristly black hair, eyebrows, and beard. “Perfect match for the Scottish emblem, the thistle,” Gene told him.