In the Fall of 1990 I was a poor university student looking for some interesting work. A short search led to a job as a ski-lift operator at Park West Ski Resort in Park City, Utah. The pay was minimal but the snow was abundant and before I knew it my skills on the mountain had greatly improved, the ski season was over, and I was engaged to a snowboard instructor who was leaving for a Peace Corps assignment in Chad, Africa. The snow melted, summer came and she flew off to Chad for her in-country training. A few months later I landed in N'Djamena where she met me at the airport and two days later we were married by the Assistant Mayor of the city. After the ceremony we spent a couple of days in the home of an expatriate couple who were on vacation and then we spent a couple of long days in the back of a market truck lumbering south towards the village of Kelo were she had been assigned to teach at the local high school.
U.S. Consul reading some materials and making sure all is legal. The Assistant Mayor sitting at her desk and a nice portrait of President Idris Deby on the wall (He came to power via coup-d'etat the previous year).
My wife Marie teaching at the Lycee de Kelo as a Peace Corps volunteer.
U.S. Consul reading some materials and making sure all is legal. The Assistant Mayor sitting at her desk and a nice portrait of President Idris Deby on the wall (He came to power via coup-d'etat the previous year).
