Notes from Cottonwood

No turkey at the bazaar. They sell geese, ducks and chickens, but no turkey. The base commissary had a few frozen ones and I stood in line for forty minutes with a hundred other wives. We got one. It cost $38, and I think that's a record.

We invited Chynara and her husband Mirbek (a base electrician who works with Mark), plus Linda's family. Chynara brought a large round bread and a bowl of boorsok. She asked what we were thankful for, and Sam said "no school today", and Mirbek said, very seriously, "this is a good tradition."

After the pie, Mirbek told Mark a story about the winter of 1992 that I didn't catch all of. Mark told me later it was about a siege. I'll ask him again some other day.