SOUTHERN CROSSING

My Mom and Dad are in New Zealand as I write this, following my father's love affair with antique motorcycles and biking tours. They left Dallas yesterday, had a layover in LAX around 8:00 PST and are now nineteen hours ahead of me. Sometime early this morning my time, if they look out the window, they may have that experience that Steven Stills wrote about:

When you see the Southern Cross for the first time

You understand now why you came this way.