The Face of America

Our washing machine broke so we are using our neighbor’s. At 9:20 pm I went over to collect our semi dry laundry (Swiss dryers take 3 hours to get clothes almost dry). Our neighbor was hosting a dinner party for her coworkers and invited me to the table for wine. She was French, and her coworkers were Swiss, Portuguese, Italian and British. And in comes the American. With lots of questions for all, because I am a curious sort. They seemed most interested in determining if I voted for Obama. And then I realized how I was representing the US: I was wearing the Homer Simpson t-shirt I had won at a Christmas party five years ago. D’oh!

Hello, world.

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