Just the Facts ~

An FBI leitmotif here at Greystone this eve as FBI new-hire Evan Patterson and wife Amy rolled in from Texas. We enjoyed some chats /n' salsa followed by Bumsburgers and then a viewing of the excellent film "Breach," about FBI spy Robt Hansen, up in the BatCave. Tomorrow afternoon Evan will hie himself on up to Quantico where he'll begin the FBI academy Monday.

Evan's grandparents were among my folks' dearest friends, and I've known his dad since we were babies. The third leg of the Allen-Patterson stool was Jack and Anne Keith, who are still living and in San Diego where M&I visited them two years ago. Jack was an FBI agent and SAIC in Las Vegas, and I know he's thrilled about his old friend Pat Patterson's grandson joining the Bureau.

Evan's specialty will likely be cyber-crime given his deep computer background. He and AMy are delightful and impressive young folks and it doesn't seem that long ago when M&I were at the stage of Great Beginnings, looking forward to career development and having kids and wondering where it will all lead. Keeps ya young, thinking this stuff.

I didn't feel so young this morning when I dragged my increasingly-torpid self out for my first jog since C'mas Day with Caroline. It was a gorgeous clear day and the beauty of dear GovLand never fails to inspire, especially with a light caffeine buzz goin' on as I started.

I did a WalMart run this afternoon, then made chili and pre-formed the burgers for later. A 30-minute power nap in the sun room was especially sweet. M continued to rest her Wounded Knee when she could.

We spoke to Caroline this eve from Big Sky, just north of Yellowstone, which has had a minor flurry of earthquakes recently. She's been skiing in below-zero conditions and experienced lightning and hail/sleet on the slopes yesterday. Now it's sunny and beautiful, but still frigid. She's having a Large Time and wheedled an extra day out of United, who'd lost their luggage for a day on the front side of the trip; now she'll fly home Tuesday, as we head down to Orlando.

Speaking of earthquakes, Gay's neck of the woods in Papua just had a mag 7.4 a few hours ago, which was probably pretty dramatic. That's a whole lotta shakin' goin' on, as Jerry Lee Lewis would say.

Time for bed. Happy Sunday to all ~