Last Friday morning Kaitzer was multi-tasking: folding laundry, making lunches and tutoring the girls for school quizzes. I was busy looking for my car keys. Our kitchen resembled the last frantic moments prior to jumping off a chopper into a hot LZ.
"Joe, make sure you gather all your books and papers, my philosophy group is meeting tonight," she said.
I didn't know Kaitzer had a philosophy group.
Coincidently, that evening some of my buddies were meeting at the Red Lion Pub for some beer and bratwurst. We were excited to delve into such subjects as the Yankees, how Shaq will do in Boston, and covert operations in Pakistan.
How fortuitous, I thought. Kaitzer's meeting sounded like the perfect conduit to a boys' night out.
And then: "Could you take the girls to soccer practice tonight?" Kaitzer inquired.
If there's one thing I learned in the Marines, it's that whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.