For 16 years he played Army one weekend a month and two weeks a year. Then on 9/11 he came home, silently went upstairs and dragged his gear down from the 3rd floor, expecting the call that evening, I guess. That's when it hit me, "Oh, now I get it..."

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

 
A friend has been sending e-mails from Iraq, singing the siren song of big tax-free dollars overseas for those who don't mind a little gunplay in their work space. On the one hand, for someone who makes a decent but not great living doing something well that he's not particularly interested in doing anymore, this seems like a no-brainer. On the other hand, who in their right mind would want to leave their wife, kids and dream home? That would be Chris, life is one big adventure waiting to happen...