This was also in San Bruno; my mother found out that King Olav was flying in to San Fransisco. This was before the days of terrorism as we know it today, so we could go in to the gate area and actually meet the plane. The Mayor of San Fransisco (Mr. Alioto?) was there along with a gaggle of officials to present the king with the keys of the city. We were also there, dressed in our Norwegian national costumes. My brother was sitting on our dad's shoulders and he was waving the Norwegian flag, so of course it was quite natural for the king to bypass all the black suited officials and come right over to us to shake our hands! My dad says he made one mistake that he's regretted ever since: he should have introduced the Olav to the San Fransisco mayor!
