Bows from which arrows...Randy, Continued

When Randy was in college at CU he and his friend,Calvin?, traveled to Europe over Chirstmas vacation. He friend was on standby and every thing went well until they got to New York City where his friend got bumped. On the plane he met a lady who lived in London. Randy told her that he would have to wait in London until his friend arrived. She said that she was going to the country for a week so she gave him the keys to her apartment.
Randy stayed there seven days checking the arrivals at Heathrow daily. On the seventh day he couldn't wait any
longer so he dropped the key inside, locked the door and went to Heathrow. His friend did arrive and they traveled by rail to France, Italy,Germany and ended up in Sweden where he called my relatives in Norway who I has visited the year before. ;lHe visited them and the next year we got a call to the effect that they were going to visit their relataives in Minnesota and wanted to come to Colorado. I said that we would meet them in the Black Hills , but Donna said they want to come to Colorado, so they did. The had an extended Dodge van that held 20 people and it was full. We owned the Pine motel so we put them up there for a week. At the first dinner at the Coachhouse the atmosphere was rather gaurded for in addition to the language barrier we didn't know if they
would imbibe in a glass of wine or two.In Norway the law of premogentiure holds that the farm or inheritance goes to the oldest son who is always named after his father. So here was the eldest son, Nels, age 27? or so
waiting around for the inheritance and he reached to the middle of the table for some goodies and Randy slapped his hand. You could have heard a pin drop but then everone burst into laughter. Our Randy had broken the ice.
At lunch the other day in Phoenix with Dan, we both agreed that Randy was the most congenial and outgoing of our clan. A hale fellow, well met. Could it be the Uncle Tommy syndrome?