Maggie and Hala Used to Sing This Song around The Office In Amman.
They Were So Charming!
I miss them so much!
(I Have Photos, But They are On My Broken Computer–
Shite!–
Why Is My Life So Diff-O-Kite?
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Jordan
How many women have I loved (and lost)???
Better Dust off that TI Calculator

I worked in Amman Jordan for six months.
(Parsons/Bechtel evacuated Iraq at the end of our project—USAID Rural Water Project)

We had completed all the ‘on-the-ground’-work.
Nothing left to do but finalize the paper-work.
We could do this in Jordan.
It was ‘safer‘
So said Parsons—No need to get anyone else kilt in Iraq—Made sense I suppose.
I protested.
To no avail.
I wanted to remain in Iraq.
Guess what?
My opinions did not matter.
So I flew to Amman.
Parsons maintained an office there.
Employed locals.
An aside/preamble:
Jordan has some of the most beautiful women in the world.
“Danger Will Robinson!”
–AKA Lance Marcom
I fell hard for one of them.
Working in that Office of Parsons’
Her name was Margarete
“Maggie”
She was, of course, an Arab.
But ‘Western-ized and Western- sized:
Meaning ‘Slightly Chunky.’
We fell headlong into love.
This was a monumental fuckup on my/her part.
I knew better—or should have—we both should have…
Known Better
We did, but we chose to ignore
The danger
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To Be Continued…
Later
Street Cred for Shared Vid: dcck123
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Some Smallish Added Value:
Dedicated To My Much-Missed Maggie:
If I Must Credit This, You Are NOT Paying Attention
DFWSteve
Sorry For your Loss..
I have lost too many good women.
Or… they lost me
I cannot figger the dif–All the same end result anyway
I had a “Maggie” once. Born in SD. Went to UT. Met her in Tokyo. Became friends. Smart and very well traveled.
She moved to London; shared her apartment in Chlesea with me. She moved to Riverside, CT. I ended up in Memphis, then back in TX.
She was one of a kind.
Traveled to N Korea and Yemen. Solo.
Sent me postcards from all over. 131 countries.
Alas, she died three years ago of brain cancer. I recall lunch Greenwich about 6 months before that. Pleasant memory. But a prelude to a sad ending.