Saturday night while we were at the UCLA football bowl game, my dad got a voicemail that Grandpa Dixon had a stroke and was in the hospital in Reno. We spent a couple hours on the phone tracking everyone down and finally learned that he had a bleed behind his right eye and that surgery would be required. At about 11pm Saturday night Andrew, my dad, and I booked our flight for 8 am the next morning to go to Reno. Luckily, Christina has family in Reno and we were able to borrow a car from them for the day. We were very grateful to Christina's sister, Brittany and her brother-in-law, Kevin.
For the three of us, needless to say, this was a very eventful day. Here is a summary of the events:
8 am: Boarding the plane to Reno. I decided that it would be too cramped to sit in between my dad and Andrew on the 1 hour flight to Reno so I took a window seat directly behind them. Unfortunately for my dad, this guy sits down in between him and Andrew. Andrew was smart and pretended to sleep while this man (who looks just like Nick Nolte below) talked to my dad non-stop for over an hour about politics, his trip to Vegas, and gambling. He even cheered at the top of his lungs, (think Tiggers laugh from Disney) at seriously the top of his lungs, when we took off......"Wait, ok we are in the air....YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He also cheered when we landed....YEAHHHHHHH!!!! WOO HOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Next stop was being picked up from the airport by Kevin. When he pulled up in his 1982 Mercedes, we all thought that an Iranian in a turban would get out and grab our luggage. Nope, just Kevin got out and proceeded to show us how to start the car. The car is so old that glow plugs heat the diesel fuel before you can turn it on. Once the glow plugs heat the diesel, you can flip the switch located under the red plastic shield to start the car (think of a switch to light a bomb). Honestly, the first time we started the car we all said, "are we going to blow up?"
As we proceeded to drive around Reno, we got a lot of looks and I assume people thought we would jump out of the car with some of these on us:
I also thought people expected, because I did, this flag to be attached to the back of the car and some terrorist to be driving around Reno in it:
By the end of the day, Andrew and my dad were making me drive them around like I was their chouffer. They both sat in back while I drove alone in the front. When we arrived at the airport, I hid the keys under the rear bumper for Kevin to pick up that night. If i had been someone watching me place something under the bumper of that car, I would have immediately notified the authorities. luckily, nobody did. Our flight back to vegas was delayed over an hour and a half. we got home around 11:30.
We saw grandpa dixon a couple times. His surgeries went well and the doctor said he is going to be just fine. The staff at Renown hospital was amazing. Grandpa recognized us when he got out of surgery and was grateful we were there. So was Grandma Dixon. I feel bad because they will spend Christmas in Reno. I was glad we went to see him. He is the partriarch of our family, and eventually he will pass on (let's hope it isn't before Great Grandma Stapley does) but we are glad he will be around for a while still. I wish I could have written more about our experience that day, but the most important thing is that Grandpa is safe.
