"Where you going to spend spring break?" she asked me."My parents have been wanting to take me to where they met and weremarried for a while, so they ...aved up enough, and we're going toGibraltar Falls." Oh wow. Which side? My folks are going to be doing business in NorthAfrica and we might get a chance to swing by the African side." We'll be on the European side, mostly in some little Spanish villagethat has been rebuilt to look almost exactly as it was before the GreatDisaster. I've heard. She held her mike close to her shiny-bright made-up lips, and her other hand gestured wildly trying to formulate English words with her heavy Turkish accent.“Cappadocia ees area, no city,” she confidently stated as the whole group stared at her, expressionless, wondering what historical, cultural gem they had all just missed. I held my gaze on the place where her nipples should have been outlined, but nothing.Disappointed, I turned to my imagination. Mr B. stirred as I began to create scenarios. I had a new vocation, and it excited me. Cars, back then, were works of art! At one time, there were over 30 auto manufacturers, making all sorts and models of cars. Most had failed or had been bought out. Some, however, had been very sharp looking cars. They just could not compete with Ford, or GM, or the other bigger manufacturers.It would be perfect. I was going into antique car buying and selling business! I could always 'time dive', bring a car forward, and pretend to restore it or some. Suddenly, lights came on, and we could see a man walking toward us. We got out of the Jeep as he approached.“Get all of your possessions out and follow me,” he said. We walked behind him, and he opened a pedestrian door to the outside, leading us toward an SUV. He loaded our stuff in the back, opened the back door for us, and motioned us to get inside. Without a word, he got in and drove us through the gate we had used to enter the property. Immediately, several snow plows came around the.