by Doug Thompson | Dec 20, 2001 | GraveYard
He had been out of touch, away from phones and civilization, working on a job that took him deep into far away places. So he was surprised when two men held a sign with his name on it when he got off the plane. “Sir, there’s been an accident.”...
by Doug Thompson | Jul 31, 1998 | GraveYard
A July Friday afternoon at the U.S. Capitol. Tourists milling about, both inside and outside the historic building. The Senate was just finishing up a rare Friday session. The House had finished with legislative business and and gone into “special orders,”...
by Doug Thompson | May 26, 1998 | GraveYard
He snapped awake at 0500, a full 30 minutes before the alarm was set to go off. For more than 30 years, he had been waking up at 5 a.m. It didn’t matter which time zone he was in or even if it was daylight savings time. When the big hand was on the 12 and the little...
by Doug Thompson | May 18, 1998 | GraveYard
The alarm went off at 5:30 a.m. and the first thing his wife noticed as that he was still in bed. He always woke up before the alarm and turned it off. She shook him. He didn’t move. She shook harder. He was cold to her touch. She screamed and then grabbed the phone...
by Doug Thompson | Apr 6, 1998 | GraveYard
Thursday night. Private club. Washington. Callie walks into the bar on the arm of a reciprocal member. That’s someone from out-of-town who belongs to a club that has reciprocal membership privileges with the club. Lots of clubs work like that. Nobody notices the guy...
by Doug Thompson | Mar 15, 1998 | GraveYard
He knocked off work early so he could meet her. When he picked her up, she nudged up next to him in the seat and rubbed the inside of his leg as he drove to the motel. He unlocked the door and she scampered inside and headed for the bathroom as he put the “Do...
