Shadowlands and Packing

Shadowlands and Packing

[all names are avoided in this post to protect the identity of my contact, who went above and beyond the call of duty]

I arrived in an unmarked car with Oregon plates. Two coded phone calls were exchanged. There was a wave through a window. A third party came to the car and said, "She's up the street".

I pulled out slowly to make sure I wasn't spotted by anyone inside. Meeting several blocks up, the woman looked around and joined me in my car. She kept looking around and I turned off the headlights. There was no reason to think we would be caught, but the stakes were high. If we failed, I would have gray hair.

This undercover operation, code named "Colorsafe" was all in the pursuit of hair color--one of the few things I've decided I just can't risk not packing.

Packing is a curious activity. Deciding what you can't live without and making sure it will fit in two suitcases is an interesting process. What do I need? What do I want? What do I not want to have to worry about finding in my size, shape and color?

One thing that did make the short list is hair color. I can trust the French to provide shampoo, socks, shirts and even shoes, but there are some things that I don't think we are on the same page about like jeans and hair color. These are two things that I bringing from the Good Old US of A.

Off to continue packing.

sPg