Chapter 7: Armies of the Night

Bob and Gerry Branch, friends from training in San Francisco, generously agreed to host our stay in Monrovia. They lived in a second floor apartment that overlooked a busy Monrovia street. It provided a birds-eye view of life in the city. Monrovia was bursting at the seams with young people escaping from rural areas. The […]

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Chapter 5: Dr. Livingston, I Presume… Roberts Field Liberia

We made it to the right terminal on the right day and at the right time. In fact, our fear of missing the plane insisted we be four hours early. We watched lots of planes take off and land. Finally, we found ourselves flying over a rough Atlantic. To quote Snoopy, “it was a dark […]

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