When my brother was in Macedonia in the late 90s (Kosovo,) he could call from certain pay phone phones set up at US domestic rates. I think they were satellite based, as there was a 3 second lag we got very adept at. He was flying drones, so. Occasionally, some contractor would try to pull a fast one and it would be international rates but since he was calling collect & it also announced the rate, so I'd warn him as I refused the call.
He destroyed several of those phones for that. As was the custom, apparently. One preferred method was when disposing of ordinance. Oh, and then return the 'defective' equipment to the contractors.
He also could email me. I have a folder of printed out correspondence from him (thank god, I lost all my email from that era in an epic hard drive meltdown.)
It so different today even from when I was in the Navy.
It's amazing to me that my brother could Skype with the kids while he was in Afghanistan. On the other hand, my dad was stationed in Scotland in '65 and '66, and I guess he and my mom relied on letters.
Sara and I just made a successful chocolate mug cake. This could be dangerous.
Wow, SA, that's so interesting! Go you.
Couple of my co-workers took me out to dinner and it was just delightful. I got to take people I like to a new restaurant I like and have them be amazed at how good the food was, and eat delicious food myself. A whole bunch of wins all around.
Did I mention the chocolate-filled beignets last time I had them? So good. And now I've had candy cap mushroom bread pudding, which is unbelievable.
And I feel like I've been out scandalously late because I walked home in the dark, but primetime hasn't even started. Time, man. So weird.
-t, that sounds like a lovely way to spend a birthday. I'm glad you had a good time.
Happy birthday, -t. It sounds like it's been lovely.
Chocolate mug cake is INCREDIBLY dangerous. But amazing.
Mug cakes are awesome. I have a recipe for a s'mores mug cake that I lurves. I try to cram as many marshmallows on top as I can.
