Some ten months after Stan's death he made a return of sorts.
Many American Indians use a phrase similar to "The Great Mystery"
to explain the many things that happen to us that have no logical explanation.
It seems to apply in this instance.  
The following e-mails were exchanged between Stan's son Tom and Jake who was Stan's traveling buddy. 
-Jake Lamkins
(10/9/05)

Jake, 
I have been trying to figure out how to get e-mail access in Taipei and in Dubai, 
anyway I can receive but not send using my niteflyer@rmisp.com 
that does no good to try and reply to someone. 
Anyway, you may think I am crazy, but I really am still in touch with reality.  
I have had some rather vivid dreams in which my Dad has appeared to me, not an unusual thing I am certain.  
However yesterday while on a 747 commercial deadhead from Vancouver to Taipei, 
I saw a shinning glimmer of light in the cabin and immediately thought of my Dad. 
What was strange, was there seemed to be the following words, which came into my head. 
"Tell Jake, Hungary, he'll remember." 
I dismissed it, but it came right back, with more emphasis, and a definite Hungary, 
like in Budapest, as opposed to Hungry.  
Now that may sound strange or even crazy, but the more I thought about it, 
the more I believed I should share that with you.  
I am curious if that has any significance to you. 
If so could you enlighten me, if not, oh well.  
Over the years, I have learned to pay attention to some of the strange things which sometimes occur.  
This is one of those times. 
-Tom Needham
(4/26/00)

That's pretty damned far out, Tom.
One of the best trips Stan and I ever made was to Hungary.
It was our first trip together after I spent the Summer in Jackson in 1970.
I found an interline trip to Budapest and Vienna on Swissair so we went that Fall.
It was full of adventures such as getting lost in Harlem in a rent-a-car.
We met 4 St. Louis TWA res ladies in Budapest and they went with us to Vienna and Amsterdam.  
There is a photo of Stan & me with one of them, Ann Martin, posted at Stan's webpage.
We saw some poor bastard pulled from underneath our train by guards just before we got out of Hungary enroute to Austria.
We heard the guards "lock & load" as they dragged him into a concrete building - then we pulled out.
Stan ever afterwards always said regarding that trip, "Don't you ever ask me to go behind the Iron Curtain again, Jake!"
But it was a GREAT trip!
Damned if I know what the significance of your vision or dream was though.
Thanks for sharing it with me.
-Jake Lamkins
(4/27/00)

That is interesting, thanks, I also do not know what or if the significance
is. Just seemed really strange to me. Almost as if it was an effort to
communicate, if such things are possible.
-Tom Needham
(4/27/00)

I discussed what had happened to you with my Uncle.
He's two years older than me and has always been like an older brother.
Last year, during my "season of deaths", he lost his wife Dianne (age 58) about a month before Stan died.
Here's what Hank said about it:
"Your friend Stan:  I am sure that his son heard right and did hear his
Dad's  voice along with a vision.  Dianne came by for a short visit two
months after she died.  I have had three out of body experiences myself
over the years. Death is going to be beautiful,  we are going to be out
there with all those great people that we know.  When I was out of my
body,  there were no questions because I knew all the answers;  what a
great feeling.  Strange shit that I am  looking forward to.  The journey
will continue.  Your friend Stan is out there and wants you and Tom to
really ponder the significance of this experience.  His visit was for
you and Tom's benefit."
I believe humans are incapable of understanding what life is really all about.  
There is so much that we cannot comprehend.  Your experience fits that category, I think.
I certainly appreciate you sharing it with me.  And any others you may have.
I'm feeling left out - maybe I'll have one.  I'll let you know for sure.
-Jake Lamkins
(4/28/00)

Maybe you are not being left out, maybe my sharing that was an for you morethan for me.
As I read this message from you, my skin became chilled from head to toe,
not a bad feeling, but rather more an awareness of every fiber.
These things are most unusual when you are wide awake. I find many people
who experience similar events, but usually when they are in sleep states.
Thanks again for your inputs, and keep in mind, the conversation with me,
and with your uncle, could be directed as much at you, as it is for the two
of us.  Maybe the two of us are like messengers to get your attention, what the hell do I know?
I believe death is like walking from one room to the next, so with this
belief, it is easier to accept this type of event.
If life communication from the spirit world is to happen, then one may not
get to choose how or when that is going to come through.
-Tom Needham
(4/28/00)

This whole affair reminds me of how last year I first contacted you.
You may recall how I told you after Stan's death that I had a feeling I needed to get in contact with someone because Stan was not much for writing.
Then he died a few months later and you helped me get thru that with all the e-mail we exchanged.
This may be a continuation of that - who knows.
I've mulled over the Hungary trip trying to wean some hidden meaning.
One of the highlights of that trip was our encounter with the 4 ladies from TWA.
Stan was quite smitten with one of them - Shauni Van Pelt.
I visited her once in St Louis on a layover but we lost contact a year or so later.
It's all very puzzling.
-Jake Lamkins
(4/28/00)

I really do not know, I had the feeling I needed to let you know what I had
experienced. But the interesting part was, that throughout the time when I
had the feeling, and heard the words.  I kept getting an impression of my
Dad not just smiling, but grinning and being very playful.  I am certain you
know the look and have experienced that side of him.
Kind of like,  " okay I have given you a bit of information, drawn you in,
now figure it out and have fun. "  That was a method he frequently used to
teach me things as I grew up. It seemed he was there almost as if he were
looking a particular event and enjoying the memories.  It was something he
would sometimes share with me, even if not in detail, but it was an event
which he said to tell you, you would remember, then the feeling of him
standing back and grinning.
I am certain you and I knew very different sides to the same person, which
is natural, yet I am certain we knew many of the same.  I enjoyed many
things with my Dad, yet he gave me plenty of room to be myself.  The mention
of Hungary, was given to me, but with a feeling it would be more significant
to you, because you were there and part of the experience.  Like he still
remembers the time and values the experience.  Present tense.
-Tom Needham
(4/28/00)

I finally found my file.
I can send it if you don't have it.
What do you think about posting it at Stan's page?
It is an extraordinary thing!
-Jake Lamkins
(5/5/01)

I also found the web site and page after writing you, and have it back in my
computer. Thank you. As for the file that I sent you, I have lost it and
would like it if you could send a copy back. Please use your best judgment
in posting it to the page or not, it was and remains a very real thing for
me and I have no problem with it being shared.
-Tom Needham
(5/6/01)

I was aware of Stan's death through Shirley Shackelford who I still see a few times a year.  
I am not the  least surprised to hear of "Stan's return."  
He was a great man and a good friend with lessons of lasting impact on my life and many others.
-Jim Kyte
(4/21/03)

Jake,
Thanks for sharing the update, I just now looked at it with my new wife. I like the changes.  
But I have to tell you, it seemed really hard to remain composed as I re-read  some of the correspondence. 
Not bad by any means, but hard none the less. 
It seems I  frequently have reminders of my Dad, some of the former Frontier Pilots I work with at UPS will say something or reference some event, 
and even when they do not, he seems more a part of my life today than I am able to put into words. 
I still have occasional dreams where I have relived some earlier experiences with him and 
sometimes I have come awake and have to think for a minute, that he has passed. 
There is not a day that goes by I don't have some reason to remember him. 
Even my own children frequently speak of him. Again thank you for your work on his website and thank you for being his best friend. 
-Tom Needham 
(9/20/03)

That reminds me of stories Stan told me about what the JAC natives did in the winter for entertainment.
Like sliding down Teton Pass at night on sleds and/or pieces of cardboard - full of adult beverages, of course,
Or packing a bag of alka seltzer and ex-lax sandwiches and going up to Yellowstone to feed the bears.
-Jake Lamkins
(10/9/03)