During Sunday night karaoke I sat with my back to the graffiti wall, watching the antics of the people onstage and talking to whoever decided to sit next to me. Toward the end of the evening a friend turned up and was surprised to find me in town again.
We fell into conversation about our experiences with the military. I was an Army wife during the first Gulf War, he was active duty in the second. We both have scores of friends and relatives who are still overseas.
Neither of us find this background antithetical to hanging out at the Bus Stop. Though there aren’t too many people who want to reminisce about the Fort Lewis commissary at any given karaoke night.
At some point in the ensuing conversation about risks and change I said If you’re not scared how would you know you are alive? He laughed in agreement.