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Rerun: A splice of life...or two.

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I was attending a class today, but I was the only student that showed up. I knew the (woman) instructor and so we started talking about the real estate program that she would teach. I wanted to be sure I was taking advantage of most of the program's functions. She asked me how I got into real estate. And I told her. 
That discussion lead me to this...a re-run of my initial introduction to flying. 

Splice: to join two ropes by intertwining the strands.

"Marilyn, I have something for you.  My dad wanted you to have it.  See you back at the house." This was from Bud Murphy's son, Rich.

Hmmm.  Wonder what that could be.

There are two men who have framed my life.  The first was my late husband, Carl.  The second was Bud Murphy.  The first inadvertently introduced me to the second.  And now they are both gone.  Carl, in 2002, and Bud in 2011.

Within a year of getting married, Carl decided that we must be extravagant with the $40 per month he got from a five and a half year st…