Sept 19 2012
Hello to my dear Old Bolds (and friends),
Do you remember when your kids would call and start by saying, "I'm
fine, I really am. But .... " Well, everything here is just peachy,
Let me start at the beginning. Despite the rain we got a good start
Jackson, and my neighbor was a sweet lady who neither hogged the
armrest nor took up any of my seat nor started drinking alcohol at 7
am nor farted the whole way. In the world of airplane travel, it was
a stellar morning.
Coming in through some strong buffeting wind to land was very
exciting, but I'm guessing it might have been the computer that set
us down as smooth as silk. Got the rental car, made it to the
archives, and submitted my request for materials at 1:30. And then
waited. And waited. Normally, it takes about an hour to pull a
cart-full of boxes. Yesterday it took 2.
Yes, so in the normal scheme of things, no big deal, but when time
short that I run from place to place and don't leave my boxes ever
to eat or drink while I'm there because there's no time, it was an
eternity. Finally, at 3:30 I got a copier and settled in to work,
just as a tornado warning was announced.
If you've never been to NARA II, let me tell you how new and
is. It is so new and beautiful that one whole entire side of the
six stories - is made of atrium-like glass. So focused on my files
copier, I hadn't even glanced outside recently. When I did look up
and out, the trees were bent over sideways, lashed by horizontal
streams of shotgun pellet rain.
Oh dear. A warning blared over the PA. A tornado was bearing down on
us, and we needed to get away from the glass and take shelter under
a desk immediately. Actually a little silly advice for us, because
if that glass shattered, the desks probably wouldn't do much to save
Instead of fear, I felt an almighty sense of frustration and
and let myself be herded along to the basement. Honestly, though,
thinking about the precious files sitting in harms' way upstairs, I
wondered about the wisdom of constructing this place out of glass.
In any case, after an hour, the all clear was sounded, and some of
quickly moved to copy a few essential pages before being booted as
they closed at 5.
Today they stay open from 9 to 9, so we'll see if I can make better
progress. I'll be meeting the sons of a pilot who evaded with Bob
here at noon. They'll be bringing me some of his fake papers from
his time in France in '44, and I'll be showing them how to get their
father's mission records. Win-win-win.
Oh! I'd better be going!