Sure enjoy reading about former classmates!! So, here is a synopsis of my story: From THS to Oneonta State to become a teacher. A notice reading 'study in Germany' led me two years of German and then off to the University of Wuerzburg for two years. That changed my life. I returned to do a PhD in history at SUNY Binghamton. Did the research for my dissertation - "juvenile delinquency in Nazi Germany" during another three year stint in Munich and Wuerzburg. I returned to DC in 1978, looking for a job. Scored a one-semester appointment to Idaho State University in Pocatello (didn't even know where it was!) and that turned into ten years of semester appointments, running the Institute of the American West in Sun Valley for a year, hustling contracts as a free lance historian and working as a carpenter, building custom homes for wealthy Californians and also restoring a Frank Lloyd Wright house. The latter led to my first book. Others followed - biographies of Idaho business magnates Joe Albertson and Jack Simplot. Then, in 1988 I accepted a 'short-term' job at the Department of Justice in DC. That turned into 20 years at the Office of Special Investigations, the unit pursuing former Nazis in the US, when the Soviet Union collapsed and archives in Eastern Europe opened. Did a lot of travel to Germany and Eastern Europe for that job, a lot of travel and archival research. In Riga, Latvia, met my wife, Katrin Reichelt, a younger German historian and specialist on eastern Europe. She is also an accomplished artist. OK. After two decades as Senior Historian I left DOJ. We did some work on our place north of Cambridge NY and moved to Berlin, Germany. We get back a couple times a year for lengthy stays. Katrin is doing the research for a major exhibition on rescuers of Jews in Nazi occupied Eastern Europe. And I have an office at the German Resistance Memorial Site, plus a book contract to do the history of Berlin's infamous Ploetzensee Prison. Berlin is a great city and the neighborhood we live in, Pankow, reminds me a lot of Troy. It's a bit rough around the edges and I can't get to the subway, about a 10 minute walk, without stopping to chat with folks along the way. In some ways, still reminds me of growing up in downtown Troy.