h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Some of you know that my season of work travels has again begun, having me in Nova Scotia this past 2 weeks. Well, the job didn't go as planned. The mechanics of it went far better than we had hoped for, and that side actually was completed. The proving and verifications of our work though ... Circumstances of technology caused that to be a no-go. With the fried condition of our $32,000 testing 'toy'.

Because we wrapped the real work early, we have extra time on our hands. Enough to fly home 2 days early. And, enough time to visit another site that the money-man wanted us to check out for a future option. It just happened to be the site that I worked and lived at from '91 to '95.

When Milady and I left there, the functional business was being checked out for remote operations as opposed to being manned 24/7. And the 90-some residences we military we occupied were in limbo. Their state, and the quality of the water source, made them economically unviable to sell to the local economy. Well, something good must have happened because yesterday I found every one of the homes occupied, in good repair and looking like a snug and comfy little community. Even the small zone that used to have semi-mobile homes is now a new and full elementary school! A 'village' that I'd be happy to live in once more.

The work site, on the other hand, has been gutted of everything but one room with some equipments that are necessary. All being controlled and used from 'the city'. Walking through the operations rooms, the work-shops, the extranneous zones ... All fully vacant, paint blistering off of walls, it reminded me of some movies of "after the Big One drops". The one upside of it was the chap manning the gates, who demanded as soon as I was out of the car "where's me dinner, you old bugger? I'm getting hungry!" Milady and I had provided full dinners to him and his co-worker a number of times, on special occassions like Christmas, Easter and Thanksgiving. 13 years, and uncountable transients through the place since then, we ARE still remembered.

So it was a bit of a sad-sweet visit to an old stomping grounds, and one that I am now so happy I was able to do. My only regrets are that I had neither my wife nor my camera with me to share it.

a lesson to be learnt.....

keep your camera with you at ALL times.

im sure your good lady would have loved to have seen the sites and reminisce with you.

'Tsk tsk' I said the other day you should have taken your camera, but as usual i was too late with that idea

I know, m'dear, I should always take your advice. Sometimes a few days before you offer it.

Well of course, you should have known i WAS going to tell you

Some of us just aren't as telepathetic as we ought to be ... Sorry, Lady Goddess

I'd be happy to be telepathic, but most days I have to settle for telepathetic.

It's so that you were immediately recognized. What a fab story.

He's probably a good cook, too.

>He's probably a good cook, too.<

He's better than me, though thats not difficult.

In fact, I did make a couple of those suppers while milady was out earning money with w*rk.

Don't be modest. We all wait breathlessly for recipes.

some of us are waiting for food!

I'm always waiting for food that has been cremated or turned to ash in the oven!

Methinks you wait a bit too long, then!

Ah! So thats where i'm going wrong, i did wonder

Right then, we'll start with something simple. I have a brand new, sparkly laminator AND a mood for lasagne. Provide mail addresses, and I'll send a personally sealed-for-flavour sample.

*having used the laminator quite a bit this year, can't get the image of squashed lasagna out of her head...*