VERY I ZONE WIRELESS
Ah yes. Back in the states. Everyone's loud. Everyone's big. The guy who sat next to me on the plane, not an unfriendly sort by any means, but--was convinced I was foreign and have a strange accent. And he was a retired federal agent! I guess his senses have cooled a bit from his days on the team. The guy who took my bag from me at the baggage recheck after clearning customs in Atlanta yesterday stepped back, looked at me and said, to no one in particular, "Dude looks like he's in, like, a vampire movie or somethin'". I guess it's all funny.
But what about the last week on ile de re? Swimming in the swirling post-storm Atlantic? Dining in a restaurant that's actually the home of a very talented chef, with just 3 tables, and drinking wine with the hosts? Having Aden steal a bit of Dom's croissant, just to give it to papa? Riding my bike thru vineyards on the way to check my email? And the delicious emptiness of Paris in August--you should have seen it as we took the taxi home Saturday night from the train station, and while I waited yesterday for the airport shuttle early yesterday morning.
Contrast that to being from the Official Nation of the Bad Guys: falling on the wrong side of every conflict, especially the ones we start, illegally. I was remarking to Stephen from le Concorde that no nation has successfully sustained an invasion of a sovereign nation since the beginning of the 20th cent.--in fact, the results have been disastrous and unsustainable for the invaders in each case, and always reversed. Except for one, so far, that I can think of--China's invasion of Tibet. What a wonderful, exlusive club we are attempting to join.
Love
KS
Athens GA
