Yet more Backstory
I admit I nearly kissed the ground when I arrived in D.C., I was so happy to be home.
After debriefing, I called Alan to let him and his family know I was in the country and was off duty for the next couple of weeks. I expected for Alan, Lora, and I to organize a trip to Flynn's Arcade to try and find out what happened to Kevin. I had never thought I'd be helping Lora move.
I like my sister-in-law. Dr. Lora Baines-Bradley is brilliant, funny, and unwilling to take any guff from anyone.
I just don't like hauling moving boxes, especially when the person moving is the one other member of my family in the area.
Her reasons were completely understandable. With Kevin gone, Lora wanted to be close enough to spend time with her boys. Alan certainly needed the backup when dealing with Sam and Jet and all the trouble a pair of rowdy nine years olds can get into.
I still don't like carrying moving boxes.
The trip across country took roughly two weeks in the rented moving van, with Lora's car taking point. The three of us spent the trip talking and laughing during each person's shift in the van's cabin or during various pit stops. Driving from Washington DC to Washington the state wasn't fun, but traveling like that was almost... restful.
Unfortunately, my time off ended shortly after we get Lora moved into her new apartment. I reluctantly leave Alan and Lora's company and fly back to D.C. for my next assignment.
Billy sent me back to Europe. The rise of the various nationalistic movements in the non-Russian parts of Soviet Union provided an excellent opportunity to find out the truth behind the Soviet propaganda and if the various new or re-emerging countries would be friendly to the US.
It was a productive couple of months, if very nerve-wracking during the attempted coup and protests on August 19-22.
Billy ordered me home for debriefing around the end of November, just in time for Thanksgiving.
After debriefing, I called Alan to let him and his family know I was in the country and was off duty for the next couple of weeks. I expected for Alan, Lora, and I to organize a trip to Flynn's Arcade to try and find out what happened to Kevin. I had never thought I'd be helping Lora move.
I like my sister-in-law. Dr. Lora Baines-Bradley is brilliant, funny, and unwilling to take any guff from anyone.
I just don't like hauling moving boxes, especially when the person moving is the one other member of my family in the area.
Her reasons were completely understandable. With Kevin gone, Lora wanted to be close enough to spend time with her boys. Alan certainly needed the backup when dealing with Sam and Jet and all the trouble a pair of rowdy nine years olds can get into.
I still don't like carrying moving boxes.
The trip across country took roughly two weeks in the rented moving van, with Lora's car taking point. The three of us spent the trip talking and laughing during each person's shift in the van's cabin or during various pit stops. Driving from Washington DC to Washington the state wasn't fun, but traveling like that was almost... restful.
Unfortunately, my time off ended shortly after we get Lora moved into her new apartment. I reluctantly leave Alan and Lora's company and fly back to D.C. for my next assignment.
Billy sent me back to Europe. The rise of the various nationalistic movements in the non-Russian parts of Soviet Union provided an excellent opportunity to find out the truth behind the Soviet propaganda and if the various new or re-emerging countries would be friendly to the US.
It was a productive couple of months, if very nerve-wracking during the attempted coup and protests on August 19-22.
Billy ordered me home for debriefing around the end of November, just in time for Thanksgiving.