Been in New York for the last few days and am now at "Sasquatch", which is Mr B's name for the tiny North Fork village where my mom lives. Population 349, of whom 325 are White. This little place is where my siblings and I actually think "home" is, even though it is the place we spent our summers.
For me, it is the other extreme, coast-wise, from San Francisco. Pacific-Atlantic, mountains and surf, lowlying fields and bays; the last edge of America, its first settlements, closest to Europe.
Had a bizarre and alarming dream,which is why I am awake so early. Strange conversations with South African Boer women I do not know, and winding up totally lost --without my iphone!-- in a strange SA city. Woke me up.
Part of the shock of coming home is watching TV news with my mother, an avid Fox fan. Even the hearty right-wingers of Fox seem strangely unreal to me. I give Bill O'Reilley for zeroing in on Black youth crime and the dissolution of the Black family. He will not be thanked for saying that truth. But does Mark Levin actually think that there is a hope in hell for a set of constitutional amendments to save the country?
And the commercials...
But the wild salmon I made on the grill last night....mmmm. Mom said it was the best meal she'd had in weeks.