From 5cd6682a14b78d8875d819c29c69304251642a3a Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: lxf Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2024 09:56:45 -0500 Subject: re-org of files to make them smaller for less powerful devices --- published/2006-06-09-homeward.txt | 28 ---------------------------- 1 file changed, 28 deletions(-) delete mode 100644 published/2006-06-09-homeward.txt (limited to 'published/2006-06-09-homeward.txt') diff --git a/published/2006-06-09-homeward.txt b/published/2006-06-09-homeward.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 62548fc..0000000 --- a/published/2006-06-09-homeward.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,28 +0,0 @@ ---- -template: single -point: 33.975160060264834,-118.42903373977045 -location: Los Angeles,California,United States -image: 2008/trappedmoth.jpg -desc: How do you come home after traveling the world? You don't. So what's it like to be home? I don't know, I'll tell you when I get there. By Scott Gilbertson -dek: New York, New York. John F Kennedy airport 1 am date unknown, sleepy looking customs guard stamps a passport without hardly looking at, without even checking to see where I had been. A light drizzle is falling outside and the subways extension to the terminal never looked so good. What is it like to be home? I don't know, I'll tell you when I get there. -pub_date: 2006-06-09T11:05:34 -slug: homeward -title: Homeward ---- - -New York, New York. John F Kennedy airport 1 am date unknown, sleepy looking customs guard stamps a passport without hardly looking at, without even checking to see where I had been. A light drizzle is falling outside and the subways extension to the terminal never looked so good. Concrete hiss of tires, parabolic freeway ramps, a moth trapped inside an airport bus, the sodium yellow glow of subway lights, the gentle rocking of a train car, the green boarded fronts of a sixth avenue newsstand, shoes still leaking, still tired and still not looking back. - -Just off Bleeker, around the corner from Minetta where I once lived for a few weeks, there is a small coffee shop totally unremarkable in nearly every way save one distinguishing characteristic that drew me to it initially and draws me to it still — it doesn't close. Faced with a thirty six hour layover and nowhere near the cash to pay for a hotel (don't even ask about the credit cards) I figured good old Esperanta cafe was the ideal sort of place to spend the night. - -I would like to say that I got off the plane ready to kiss the ground and mumble something about home at last, thank god home at last, but that isn't how I felt and isn't what I did. soon after I arrived in Los Angeles to see my family, friends started to email and call, which was wonderful, except that nearly everyone asked what it was like to be back. - -I've had three months to ponder that question now and I still don't have a definitive answer, which is at least partly my own fault because I've never asked exactly what you mean when you ask that question. Sometimes people ask that as a sort of loaded question, some people seemed to be waiting for me to bad mouth America. - -So let's start there. I could say a million bad things about America, but the truth is people, things are no better anywhere else, like Tom Wait's said “I know I know, things is tough all over.” There are things America does better than the rest of the world and there are things we could do so much better. - -I could be critical of America's corrupt, inept and lying politicians, but I could just as easily be critical of France's politicians, Cambodia's politicians, India's politicians, Laos, Thailand ad nauseam. We are no better and no worse. - -Then there's the other side of that coin, some seem to expect that I would be overjoyed to finally be back in the U.S., but the truth is I didn't miss it. I missed a lot of people here in the States, but the country itself never much crossed my mind. - -So what is it like to be home? I don't know, I'll tell you when I get there. - -- cgit v1.2.3-70-g09d2