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 | Nov 15, 1997 | GraveYard
She jumped when the phone rang. It rang again. She looked at it with fear. She didn’t want to answer it. It was him. She knew it was him. She looked at the caller ID. It said “out of area.” Maybe it was her mother. She answered. “Are you...
by Doug Thompson | Nov 14, 1996 | GraveYard
Saturday afternoon. Davis Ford Road. Prince William County, Virginia. About 30 miles southwest of Washington. Her first weekend out in months, a rare day of feeling good after more than a year in bed with Epstein-Barr virus, a rare infection that saps the body of...
