for aunt doot...

We once temporarily lost Aunt Doot while visiting here at the Tower of the Americas (also known to me as the KENS 5 Tower). As memory serves, that was about twenty-two years ago, when we all thought our dad was Mexican because of his black hair and tan skin. Katie mistakenly took the hand of a hispanic dad who was corralling his own brood to the elevator for the LONG ride back down to earth. It was at about that time that we realized Katie was missing. We were all freaking out up top while they were all freaking out down bottom. Yeesh. It was scary back then, but now that I am a mother, holy sheet, I feel the terror in my stomach just thinking about it!