Gay mayor. Black president. The guy who heads up the neighborhood committee is both gay and black. I was out and about yesterday and saw people who were African, Asian, English, Latin and putting the hyphen and “American” with those folks would just be too much typing. What was remarkable was that they were all residents, not tourists or backpackers or jetsetters or the like. They all live here. All these cultures and peoples and colors and languages all shopping in the same stores to driving the same cars, it makes me feel pretty good to live in a place that has so much history from all over the world making their own stories here.
The feeling of being in a foreign land while living here in the United States is a frightening and unsettling thing for some Americans. Hanging out at Nicholas’ saves airfare to the Mediteranean. Buying coffee and a pain au raisin at Saint Honore is way cheaper than a weekend getaway to Paris. If I want to feel like I’m back home in Vietnam I’ll stroll through Fubonn and just smell the memories.
We got it so good, here. America rules.