On August 6, Kyle and I were visiting Dad (Kevin's Grampa Royal Printz) in Montana.  Dad observed that Kyle was a lot like his dad in that he always seemed to be busy - neither of them seemed content to just sit around and do nothing. 

He told a story that one winter morning in 1984, Kevin decided to do a little work in Grampa's unheated work shop even though the outside temperature was -30 degrees.  He came back in the house after a few minutes and said: "Grampa, the saw doesn't seem to work, could you come out and take a look?"  It turned out that it was so cold that the electric motor's lubricant was so stiff it couldn't turn and the attempts to turn it on burned out the switch.  At the time, Dad said he was a little irritated at Kevin for burning up his saw - he'd had it for many, many years and had never had any trouble with it.

As we sat there, we also discussed a display case that Dad was making for the flag Debbie was presented at Kevin's funeral.  We ironed out some of the details and Dad said he'd get right to work on it so it would be finished when we headed back for California on August 9. 

The following morning,  I met Mom and Dad at a local restaurant for breakfast -  Dad seemed kind of quiet.  The first thing he said after we sat down was: "I'm feeling a little strange this morning.  I got up early this morning, went out to the shop and started to work on the display case for Kevin's flag.  When I got ready to cut the first board, I switched on the saw - and nothing happened!  Other than the time with Kevin I told you about yesterday, that saw has never failed to operate.  It seems like more than a coincidence that it should fail now.  I can't seem to shake the strange feeling it gave me."