America's First Woman President
This story spans four generations. It starts during WW II, next it goes to **MIG Alley, North Korea, and ends with Katie, America's first Woman President. Although this story is fictitious, many of the happenings and backgrounds are true. During WW II, Ivan Androvitch, a Russian fighter pilot is stationed with the allied armed forces in Great Britain. Here he lives in a free democratic society and is attached to an American fighter group. He flies many missions with his American friends and distinguishes himself as an ace pilot. After WW II, when Ivan returns to Russia, he learns how to fly the new MIG, Russian jets. When the Korean War broke out, he is sent to Korea where his mission was to engage and destroy American Aircraft. He realizes what he wants is not to fight and kill the Americans, but to join with them. Since having lived in a free society during WW II, it is his dream of freedom to defect from his communist country. The future for his family must be in America. With a pregnant wife and young son at home, he needs to find a way to get them away with him. He has a plan. Will it work? Maybe yes but maybe no. Read Katie and find out.
**Mig Alley is the nickname given the Northwest Korean skies by the American Pilots where they engaged the Russian made Mig aircraft that were supposedly manned by North Koreans. It wasn't until the war ended that it was discovered the pilots were not North Korean but Russian.
*Katie is Ivan's Great Granddaughter.
The Dating Race In Cyberspace
I am recently widowed at 81 and I don't consider myself old. The following are my experiences with dating the second time around. I was suffering overwhelming sadness having recently lost my wife of 55 years. After an initial period of mourning, I was encouraged to enlist in computer dating. To be truthful, I was a bit apprehensive. However, after much consideration and istening to all that TV advertising, I did it and became 18 years old all over again.
To all of you, both men and women, who as I did, suffer from the loss of a loved one and loneliness. You need to know there are others like you and they are waiting to meet you. Go out there, and whether by computer or by just going to a dance. Do not sit home alone and mope. GO FOR IT!
I write this with great respect for all of the ladies with whom I have been in contact. I realize the terrible imbalance of the female to male ratio and the sadness of loneliness.
All of the incidences depicted are true, but in respect for their privacy the names of all the ladies are fictitious.
I wish all those ladies who to thank had written me. You are all unique and wonderful people and I wish you success in your endeavors to find that special person.