Remembering a man who escaped Iran's dictatorship and was able to get to the United States, but many years later, would still get occasional phone calls from their secret police just to let him know that they knew where he was.
The world will be a far better place when that evil regime is gone.
I love the definition of the ideal, well-rounded person given in the 1930s by J.F. Roxburgh, the first headmaster of Stowe School:
"Acceptable at a dance and invaluable in a shipwreck."
One of my brothers goes to Mexico several times a year. He's gotten to the point where he lives there for months at a time, mainly in an area that is around 20 percent American/Canadian for most of the year.
When he's not near the ocean, he's in the interior. All of it is for leisure, not business.
My other brother recently returned from a business trip to South America and is set to make one to Asia over the next few months.
And what am I doing?
Scribbling.
I would rank this as The Great American Novel.
The Grapes of Wrath, East of Eden, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Lonesome Dove, To Kill a Mockingbird, and other fine works compete for second place.
