John (Jack) Maurice Baird

I remember how excited he was about a big Treasure Hunt that was happening in the East Bay when we were living in Moraga.

There would be a clue every day in the local paper as to where the treasure might be found. Jack studied the clues closely and, once he thought he knew where the treasure was, he'd pack us all up in that horrible pink Cadillac that mom hated so much (but that he loved) and we'd set off to find it.

We never found it, but he made it an adventure that got us all excited and, after, we'd all go to "the pizza place" in Lafayette where he took delight in the pizzaiolo flipping pizza dough in the front window.

We never did find that treasure; turned out dad was the treasure.

I remember helping Dad dig a trench in the pouring rain when our backyard in Moraga was flooding. Good time for father/daughter bonding :)