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1.3 - "There's no place like home."
Man, did they ever get that one right.
Some people have great memories of the towns where they grew up. Maybe they played Little League in the park three blocks away from their house, and a couple years later, they ended up having their first kiss underneath the same bleachers where Mom and Dad used to watch them scramble around the bases. Maybe they had a paper route or a lemonade stand or an arcade where they hung out with their friends.
When people like that get to be adults, they think about staying or moving back to their home towns, probably because they think it'd be a great place to raise a family.
Most spies, though, come to the business with a different kind of background. Our grades were good, but we weren't valedictorians and we liked gym class, but we didn't play varsity ball. We had friends, but nobody we'd really miss for the rest of our lives. And Mom and Dad rarely made it to our games if we had any.
It sort of explains why we like running around on the other side of the world, pretending to be other people.
So you can imagine my joy at finding out the city that the Agency decided to dump me in after I got burned was home, sweet home Miami, Florida.
Miami. I hadn't been back here since I left ten years before. It's where my father was buried two years before, and since I didn't come back for that, I sure wasn't ever coming back for anything. It's where my screw-up of a little brother lives, although I figure my taking the heat from Dad most of our lives gave him just enough room to be a decent guy. I hope.
It's where my mother lives, chain smoking and making worrying into an Olympic-level athletic event.
The absolute last place I ever wanted to end up.
And it'll take a lot more than a pair of ruby slippers for me to get out.
(337)
Muse: Michael Westen
Fandom: "Burn Notice"
Please reply here.
Man, did they ever get that one right.
Some people have great memories of the towns where they grew up. Maybe they played Little League in the park three blocks away from their house, and a couple years later, they ended up having their first kiss underneath the same bleachers where Mom and Dad used to watch them scramble around the bases. Maybe they had a paper route or a lemonade stand or an arcade where they hung out with their friends.
When people like that get to be adults, they think about staying or moving back to their home towns, probably because they think it'd be a great place to raise a family.
Most spies, though, come to the business with a different kind of background. Our grades were good, but we weren't valedictorians and we liked gym class, but we didn't play varsity ball. We had friends, but nobody we'd really miss for the rest of our lives. And Mom and Dad rarely made it to our games if we had any.
It sort of explains why we like running around on the other side of the world, pretending to be other people.
So you can imagine my joy at finding out the city that the Agency decided to dump me in after I got burned was home, sweet home Miami, Florida.
Miami. I hadn't been back here since I left ten years before. It's where my father was buried two years before, and since I didn't come back for that, I sure wasn't ever coming back for anything. It's where my screw-up of a little brother lives, although I figure my taking the heat from Dad most of our lives gave him just enough room to be a decent guy. I hope.
It's where my mother lives, chain smoking and making worrying into an Olympic-level athletic event.
The absolute last place I ever wanted to end up.
And it'll take a lot more than a pair of ruby slippers for me to get out.
(337)
Muse: Michael Westen
Fandom: "Burn Notice"
Please reply here.