It started on August 28th when I put on my "poppies shirt" and went to Johns Hopkins School of Nursing in Baltimore to tell Ready to Serve, the story of the 64 Hopkins nurses who went to France during World War One. The audience came to their feet applauding at the end so I knew they liked it. That felt good.
Two days later my son and daughter and I flew to France for an eight day to visit to the areas where the Hopkins Nurses and the Hello Girls had worked during the Great War - - - and to visit the grave of Sgt. John Walter Cobb, our ancestor-uncle,
who is buried in San Mihiel American Military Cemetery.
Just writing that down shocks me with how idiotic it was to try to cram so much into eight days - two of which were flight days. Topped by the fact that we were coming and going from Brussels Airport - four hours from our hotel in France.