Day One

Today, the first day of Mission Week, was chaotic hectic insane wild surprisingly smooth. I spent my day in Command Central, answering phone calls for water and ice deliveries, organizing which crews went to which lunch, formatting spread sheets, buzzing here, buzzing there. Probably my very favorite part of this job, though, is the plethora of opportunities I get to chat it up with older generations. These people are the neatest ever. Plus, they know so much that those of us growing up today will never experience.

One such man I met today was the chef, Byron, who drives in from Louisiana to make us gumbo and Cajun spaghetti for lunch. He's tall, trim, tan, and looks like the closest thing Louisiana's got to a cowboy. His first words to me? "Molly Cook. How ya' doin', baby?" I wish millions more greeted likewise.