I ran into somebody yesterday who was talking about next Tuesday being the 6th anniversary of the war on terror. I started to correct him by pointing out everything that had gone on through the 90's when it struck me. Thirty-five years ago today, my wife and I were on our first real vacation since our wedding. I had managed to get permission to travel to Europe (they took high-level security clearances seriously then) and after traveling around for a couple of weeks we were staying with a friend of mine in Leitershofen, Germany. He was working for ASA. We'd been following the news about the Olympics all the time we were there, but he got a flash that night. It seemed that everything had just gone to hell at Furstenfeldbruk. In my mind, it's never stopped since then.
Ken
Ken