OK, I'm shy and haven't posted anything yet. I was there when it happened. I was there before it happened. In Dublin, there was a hangar that the 30 somethingway pops dive practiced. I was not on the pops way, but I was doing 4-way and practicing and packing in the hangar. Well, after my second jump on Saturaday (yes, only the second. I got there late and it was windy), I was packing my rig, and this black and white speckled dog came to inspect my pack job. I loved it, as I love dogs. A man, who I never met before, came and chatised the dog to get away from me. I looked at him and replied "its no problem", and asked the dog's name. The man said "Dakota", and called the dog to him. The dog jumped into his arms, and the look of love and adoration from the dog, and from the owner to dog was so powerful. That was the first time I met Bob. That was the last time I met Bob, but I did not know it at the time. I saw everything. I heard the names. It was not until after reading the forums that I connected the events. What else can I say???