Cool coincidende, Malte, but not altogether uncommon for that generation. Funny story, though. She was in Oslo with some friends for a concert of his, probably about 20 years ago or so. The day after the concert, she had a day to herself and stood outside the hotel where Cliff stayed. He came out with some bodyguards/entourage and entered a car, but none of the bodyguards seemed to care as my mom knocked on the window, he opened the door and she exchanged a few pleasantries with him. It’s very typical of her — she always manages to sneak her way into various VIP circles somehow. I don’t know how.