It was interesting in a way, or at least it would have been if it hadn’t been about me. I just kept my mouth shut! I had gotten in enough trouble la...ely, and Daddy was still using my middle name. The blue paper was a Temporary Restraining Order to keep me from getting thrown out of school. The Principal and the lawyer negotiated it back down to the three-day in-school suspension, and I had to make a formal apology to the Vice Principal. The lawyer handed me a page out of his briefcase, and I. One store sold nothing but paint. Another sold appliances. One still sold radios and televisions. I worked, part time, mostly for the use of the family swimming pool, at the television shop as I loved electronics and televisions were still something one could fix. I saw all my friends, married; some had one k**, others had two or three. we were only three years out of high school. I guess if you are young, the body recovers quicker. A friend of mine was in a serious auto accident, he was. He’d set them up with new names etc. and shipped them home quietly. Once in the states, the rest of the team set them up in business. Those men promised never to reveal who they were or what their situation was. It got kinda’ sticky when some of the wives didn’t want to leave their new husbands. These women were told that if they revealed the fact that their MIA husbands were alive—well it was simple—they would die! As well as their new husbands and their whole family. The men were sent. “It’s a tractor, Joe. Mr. O’Connell is going to till the fields with it for us. Oh yes, this is Mr. Bartley O’Connell,” I told Joe before turning to Bartley.“This is Joe, our assistant and general handy man,” I told him, as Bartley reached out to shake Joe’s hand. Joe was quite surprised by this, but shook hands with him.“Good to meet you,” Bartley said before asking, “Will either of you be riding along on the tractor with me?”“We could do that?” I asked in surprise.“Yes, we have a jump seat on.