8 February 2006 Jack is living in Cambridge, Ontario, having left BC, Leda and their five children, in April 1979.
The shop phone is ringing insistently, and Barbara is not answering. Jack grabs it, "Embroidery, Jack here."
"Hello, is that Jack Migo?"
"Yes it is. What can I do for you?"
"Is that how you pronounce your name, like 'me go'?"
"That's right."
"Good. My name is Nicholas P. Snoek. A couple of weeks ago you sent a copy of your paper on space and time to our president, at Blueberry Corporation, right?"
"Yes, I did."
"Right. Our president showed it to the directors of the Parameter Institute, and it was decided you should be invited to present it at one of the monthly outreach meetings. Does that interest you?"
"It certainly does. I've been trying for some time to raise some interest over there. Now, if you work at Blueberry, how do you fit into this?"
"Well I'm in the marketing department with them, but I'm also called on from time to time to introduce guest speakers at Parameter, you see. That would be my part. Of course I know nothing about you at this point, so I'd like to suggest you and your wife meet me for dinner some place in Cambridge where you would feel comfortable, so we could talk."
"That sounds good to me, but we both work full time in the shop, so could we make that outside of business hours?"
"Certainly, how about a Sunday afternoon?"
"That would be perfect. Are you available this coming Sunday?"
"You bet. Where would you like to go?"
"How about the Fifties Deli, at one pm?"
"It's a date. How shall I recognize you?"
"I'm blond, six foot two, my hair is almost a third of that, held in place with a string headband. Barbara is about five feet. Anyway, the waitresses know us - they have arguments about which of them gets to look after us. But look, we'll wait in the lobby. If you could do that as well?"
"Good enough, see you there."
12 February 2006 Jack and Barbara enter the deli, and leaning against the railing, waiting for them with a big smile is a tall blond fellow, who strides towards them energetically. "Hello Jack, and you are Barbara?"
"Yes I am. No problem picking us out, is there?"
"None at all, no, none at all. So, let's grab a seat."
Sharon, who was hovering nearby, takes them to her section, and the business of ordering is quickly handled.
"Okay," taking out a note pad and a tiny recorder, "Call me Nick, if you would, and let's get right to it. You will understand that recording our conversation will be much more efficient than my trying to write it all down - that alright with you?"
"Not a problem" allows Jack, "You take the lead, then; you've obviously done this before."
