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Re: Cold Front [message #839 is a reply to message #838] Wed, 25 July 2012 17:13 Go to previous messageGo to previous message
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Saturday, November 10th, 4:30 p.m., Tracy Island, (8:30 p.m., Colorado, US previous day)

Outside the rain was pouring down from the storm that was blowing across the island. Hiding from the rain, Scott had retreated to his room to check out some of the web sites he regularly frequented. He wasn't on long when an alert told him that one of his contacts had signed in. Looking down to the corner he saw the alert saying that FlyingAce35 had signed on.

It's been awhile since I've talked with Bill, Scott thought. The last email he had gotten from his old friend had been when Bill had been promoted to Major. Scott had sent a quick congratulation email then and had intended to write a longer response later but had never gotten around to it.

There are a few other people I should probably get around to sending an email to, he thought, getting ready to send a message to Bill. Before he got a chance though, another box popped up on the screen.

FyingAce35: Hey there! Is the old man keeping you too busy to even drop your friends a line?

Scott smiled as he typed his reply.

Birdman: You could say that. Tracy Industries doesn't exactly run itself, you know. What about you?

FlyingAce35: I've been busy myself. Missy finally got over you and got herself married to a lawyer in NYC.

Birdman: Hey, your sister dumped me, remember!

FlyingAce35: I know. I just like giving you a hard time.

FlyingAce35: Of course being the big brother, I had to take Dad's place and give her away.

Birdman: I'm glad she found someone who makes her happy. Tell her congratulations for me.

FlyingAce35: Will do. Hey, have you heard from Ted lately?

Birdman: No. Why?

FlyingAce35: Just wondering. He sent me an email about two weeks ago. He got married himself. Went to Las Vegas and eloped to get out of having the big Catholic wedding his mom would have wanted.

Birdman. That's great! I didn't think he'd ever find a woman crazy enough to marry him.

FlyingAce35: Me either, actually. So, it looks like you're the last single man of our old group. Any special girl in your life?

Birdman: No.

The answer was a simple thing but the feelings behind it weren't as simple. This wasn't the first time he had thought about the topic, but hearing about other people he had known getting married made him aware of how long it had been since he had even been out on an actual date.

Birdman: I'm starting to think maybe I'm destined to be single my whole life.

FlyingAce35: I'm sure you'll meet someone eventually.

Birdman: I guess.

Scott definitely didn't want to continue the current line of conversation so, he decided to switch topics.

Birdman: So are you still stationed at Hanscom?

FlyingAce35: Actually, no. I'm out west now. I got an instructor position at the Academy.

Birdman: Well, there's a nice cushy assignment.

FlyingAce35: Cushy!? You do remember what we were like when we were that age, don't you?

Scott smiled. Bill, Ted and himself had gotten involved in quite a few "extra curricular" activities when they had been at school together.

FlyingAce35: Jen's happy about my current assignment. Especially as she's expecting our third child in January!

Birdman: Really? That's great! Congratulations.

FlyingAce35: Thanks! It's going to be a little girl this time!

Birdman: She's going to be spoiled. Got a name picked out yet?

FlyingAce35: No. Jen and I are still trying to agree on one we both like.

Jokingly, Scott threw out some names that he knew his friend would reject. The conversation then moved on to other things as the two friends continued to catch up with each other. Scott wasn't sure how much time had passed when he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in," he called out, turning to look toward the door to see Cherie there.

"Grandma sent me to get you for dinner," the girl said.

Scott looked toward his clock, finding it hard to believe it was that late. Sure enough, he had lost track of time while chatting with his Bill.

"Okay. Tell them I'll be down in a few minutes," Scott told her.

Cherie nodded, leaving the room. Scott turned back to his computer to end the conversation. After promises from both of them to stay in touch better, they said good-bye. Scott closed the IM box and then shut down the computer before standing up to join his family for the evening meal.

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