I'm still rangering full-time on the National Mall, and commuting twenty hours per week.
I guess I got tired of waiting to be called back to Antietam. I was pretty broken hearted when I had to leave, and for over a year I expected to be hired back at any moment, but as the months turned into years, I realized that that chapter may be over. I was, I'll admit, a little angry that things ended the way that they did. But recently, I realized that any hard feelings were pointless and that I simply wanted my park back. Today was my second day on the job, hanging out in Dunker Church chatting up visitors.
It sure feels good to be back...
just south of Boonsboro.
ps, as far as ever returning as a ranger...hope springs eternal.