By LYNN HANRAHAN
Los Alamos
Winter of 1986 I wandered a small, snowy village in Central Europe killing time and working on my German. I thought I blended in but it seemed everyone knew who I was – Elsi and Erwin’s daughter in law from America. I was treated like visiting royalty. They liked Americans back then. At the village store people would help me find the tangerines without seeds or remind me to bring my Coke bottles back for the deposit.
I would recount my adventures to my in laws and learned to dread a certain look when describing who I had befriended. I can still see the look on my grandmother Read More