illuminitesmagic500

For those of you who haven't been hanging around my corner of the Internet for four years (I do not blame you), you don't know that I went to Wales the summer of 2009. On the way home, I was fortuitously seated next to a war vet named Bob. For the next nine hours, I was Bob's unwitting nurse maid-- helping him walk to the loo, opening things for him, talking to the stuardess for him-- because he was so heavily handicapped. While everyone was sleeping, Bob decided to tell me his life story, but since he couldn't talk or hear, we wrote it down. I'm glad we did. Here is our largely unedited conversation. You are a art major? (after catching me