Dave: If any of you have read Alexander and the terrible, horrible, no good very bad day then you know basically what my entire trip home from Iraq was like. The plane from Baghdad was canceled. 6 hours later the next flight was delayed 7 hours due to a sand storm. When we arrived in Kuwait, no one had our paperwork and we had to submit for flights again. 4 hrs later we checked on our paperwork only to find out "all taken care of" means time to do it again and hand carry it where it is supposed to go. Next we found out there were no flights designated for redeployers (me), so we and the other 200 redeployers were on standby in case any seats became available. Lucklily the R&R flights which everyone used to get out on, got reduced 3 days earlier from two flights a day to just one which made sure there wasn't any room for stand by. After 5 days of waiting at the transit tent in case we got on a flight, the base commander realized she was about to have a mutiny and put some of us on an R&R flight. They told us our flights would be arranged and we would recieve our iteniraries when we arrived in Atlanta. Erronious information once again. Atlanta had no idea who we were and took 4 hrs to figure out how to get us on another flight. After 2 full days of traveling from Kuwait, we arrived in Ft. Dix, NJ to out proccess. Once again the Army administators had no idea who we were. It took 2 weeks to get our paperwork done and finally get a flight home which was also canceled, and my bags never made it onto the later flight. Think of that travel experience next time your flight is full or gets delayed an hour. I left Iraq on 3 Mar and didn't fly home to Syracuse until 23 Mar. 3 Full weeks of limbo that I don't wish on anyone.
While waiting at Ft Dix, my wonderful wife came to see me. On the weekend we took a trip down memory lane so she could see where I grew up in Doylestown, PA.
Here's our old house. Everything is overgrown and big. We were the one's who planted those trees and it is interesting to see them so large. I guess thats what happens over time.
After briefly touring the town, we went to the Mercer Museum. Having lived in Doylestown for 6 yrs, somehow I had never gone to this giant museum.
Mercer was an industrialist with a thriving tile business. He recognised that as time progresses materials, tools, working processes change and as such he wanted to keep a record of the industry of his day. The mercer museum is full of products, tools and machines, from approximately 1900.
The whole building is made from concrete and they even hung display objects from the ceiling 3 stories up.
Here is Mercer's house, also completely made from concrete. Mercer designed, and built it as he pleased, which ended up with rooms, windows, and even concrete furniture haphazardly placed.
High School again.
Next we went to the Philadephia Zoo.
Kristine's favorite, the zebras.
My favorite, the penguinos.
It was fun to visit Doylestown again. Fun to share my past with my future.