Sept 18 2012
Hello my dear Old Bolds (and friends)
Greetings from the 10th floor of the Jackson, Mississippi Marriott.
I know it's not glamorous Europe, but hear me out.
First of all, I've never been to Mississippi before, so of course
new and exciting. The people have been so nice and hospitable, and
the food in every restaurant has all been what they call "home
cooked". It's certainly delicious.
Yesterday we did our training for law enforcement and prosecutors
here, and if the pouring rain doesn't stop me, I'll be on my way to
Washington DC shortly.
There I have a couple days to myself before a Salsa conference that
attending starts. Whoa there, before you think I'm living it up here
road, I have to let you know that Salsa is a database software
program we are thinking of buying. There will not be a lot of sexy
latin men in tight
pants here (darn it!), just those wild and crazy software
Before the conference starts however, I intend to sit myself down in
favorite home away from home, the national archives in College Park,
MD. This time I have quite a task list including Jay's mission
records, and an extensive assortment of French resistance helpers
for my friends in France and England. And, for the first time, I
intend to breach the floors that hold the gun cam footage and combat
photos, trying to find any evidence from the day Robert Sweatt was
shot down in a wild melee of B-24's, FW-190's, ME-109's, and P-47's
over Orleans, France.
So with my trusty Scouts and Raiders book tucked in snugly under my
arm and in joyful anticipation of upcoming days surrounded by piles
of 70-year-old papers in my heart, I feel armed to brave any pat
down by the TSA, awkward armrest confrontation, or delayed baggage
situation that may occur.
I'm still missing all of you, though. Wish you were there with me.
we have fun uncovering lots of great stories there together!