Last year on June 4 Carl asked if I'd like to go to New York for six months and work on NuSTAR. I laughed and said no, but then agreed to think about it. Twila was in Texas for a graduation. I spent the weekend thinking, thinking, thinking, and finally decided that I really did not want to do it. I had to propose it to Twila, though.
Twila arrived home on June 6, and we sat down with wine, cheese, and crackers. When I felt sufficiently lubricated, I tossed it out: "Hey, you don't want to live in New York City for six months, do you?"
She said:
And that was the beginning of that.
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