Packing for a trip to the States and I'm sadly aware that I'm going back to a different place than the one I left. When folks here in the UK hear my drawl, they tend to slowly shake their head and a sorrowful expression takes control of their face.
The USA, never perfect, seems to have always been the good guy. When Uncle Sam has gotten it wrong, e.g., Viet Nam, the Edsel, Milli Vanilli, he seems to have always dusted himself off and gone on with the good stuff. We're talking here about the home of rock'n'roll, Moon Pies and monkey races.
Of course I look forward to seeing friends and family. I've quit hearing from anyone so if they aren't addicted to some social media platform, I'm unaware of any personal news. Two weeks is a short time to catch up on a lifetime's memories.
If this reads like some sad sack's moaning about the good old days, I apologise. We're all pulling for you, America. I don't hear that full-figured girl yet.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
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