Nostalgic for the ol’ nuke site

Yes, every once in a while I have a fit of nostalgia and Google maps gives me a peek at where I used to work and live.

Someday maybe I’ll go back for a visit but I’ll always remember certain things, like chasing giant (nuclear mutant, we said) rabbits around the fenceline…waving at the sky when the satellites were going over…putting corny messages inside warhead containers…warming my hands over a warhead in a cold bunker…the time my best friend passed gas right by my head while I had to finish safety wiring a connector and the two-man rule forced me to stay right there…

Then coming home to the 500-year old, U-shaped farm, where I lived on the upper floor and cows lived on the lower…a monumental manure pile magically grew beneath my apartment window, complete with a billion flies…my single-piece plastic bathroom, featuring a toilet, sink, and shower all molded from one piece of plastic with a drain in the floor (do those Germans know how to make bathroom cleaning easy or what!)…the Air Force guy who lived down the hall for a while, who couldn’t handle his beer and was occasionally found lying in the parking lot with the upper half of his body on the pavement and the rest of him still in his car seat…(well, that’s Air Force for you)…the British farmhand, Richard, who had about 500 stamps on his passport…the middle-aged Romanian fellow who lived in another apartment, who enjoyed parading around the courtyard in a speedo…and lots of good friends I’ll never forget.

So ends a short remembrance of the good old days.