My favorite Marine.

So, this is James. No, no, not the one behind the ginormous glasses. That's me. The other one -- that's James. He's my favorite Marine for a bunch of reasons -- not the least of which is that he saved my life in high school :) -- and he was in the area this weekend, so I got to see him. That's a rare thing, so it was especially wonderful. :) I actually hung out with about a dozen Marines that night, which made for some weird looks as we were walking around town. But, let me tell you, I -- as the lone chick among crew-cut, shiny-shoed men -- felt ultra safe.

So, anyway, James gets some blog loving. A little break from the Africa action.

But there will be more on Africa soon...