Big Year

The difference between Baghdad and Athens is when a favorite team scores a point in soccer (sorry, football) in Athens, the banging is from fireworks, not AK fire.  It got pretty loud last night.

It's only half-way through and already it has been a big year.  Counting the US and Scotland-as-separate-from-the-UK, seven countries and two more (possibly three or more) scheduled.  I've been completely nervous a few times: Playing with one of the best sport guys in the world (and his cop buddies); Playing with a group-who-shall-not-be-named.  And, strangely, a pure lecture format. Nervous.  But when we played, it all worked out.  Old man still has a little game.

Found out some details and background on some of the people who ask me back.  I generally don't ask too many questions.  Satisfy myself that the client is one of the good guys and get to work... but people talk when they like you.  Some explicit-- 30 million euros is a lot of ransom.  Some implicit-- you set up a meeting with who?  Who are you really?  I don't need to know...

Loving the travel. Loving meeting the people. Loving getting information out to the people I consider the good guys.  Hoping they are willing and able to adapt the information and run with it and make it their own.  But that's just what any decent instructor wishes.

Life is good.