"Tell the Major what you told me, sweet cheeks."The woman swallowed with a dry throat and tried to spit but didn't have enough liquid in her dehydrate... mouth to muster any spittle."We lost our leader on the other side of the firebreak and they told us it was "Every man for himself". My partner Lizzie and I went to ground just before your snipers let loose and we were able to surrender since there didn't seem to be any point to fighting any longer. All of the remaining survivors will probably. " I took that my first year. But only girls take that class. I've neverheard of a boy taking it." They can't keep me out, that would be discrimination!" Not the way they do it. The class has one exam and one assignment eachworth fifty percent of your mark. But the assignment is to write anessay at the end of the term about what the last four months have beenlike - as a girl." Can they do that?" I guess. From what I've heard it was started because guys would sign upfor the class thinking it. I hope he found his California dreams. I never heard from him again. I took a call in South Dakota on a wood highline and it was hot and dusty there. They have a 10 year drought cycle there. In the wheat fields I saw the wheat stalks were very far spaced from each other and very short. I was in a local bar talking with some local farmers one day. Of course, the next wheat crop was the main topic as usual. One farmer told me "If I can get 3 bushels per acre I can just break even." We set there. ‘Where’s Josh?’ ‘Here I am,’ was the response as he pointed to his little belly. Brian quickly scooped him in his arms and began to tickle his tummy. ‘Tickle, tickle, tickle,’ the voice responded. Brian’s smile beamed from ear to ear. Each day his little boy became more and more like a big person. He learned another word or two every single day that Brian was away at work. ‘Simming, Simming.’ ‘Swimming? No swimming tonight little man.’ Brian looked out the window at the public pool and all.