Thursday, October 25, 2012

Vermont: And my Day Job

So, it seems some people in my little town in Vermont think I work for the CIA.  I had to pause and think why. But then I remembered that last year when I came back from Juba, South Sudan, I went into my daughter's school and gave a presentation. It was hard -- oh, so very hard to explain what I do.

Then, there was the package -- the package that arrived from Kyrgyzstan.  The brown paper package with cyrillic writing and wax stamp. I ordered pillows. I really did.

And the black SUV that sat in our drive with Virginia plates.

And my numerous early morning flights to D.C.

What do I really do?  Check back tomorrow.