Coming Home (or, Back to Strange Lands and Good Ol’ Harley Farm)


It’s over a week now, and it’s a big job to get back into the swing of things in the Mother Land. While you were gallivanting abroad, details slipped from lack of refreshers: the Department of Motor Vehicles is a nightmare in some cities but not in others; there’s that tasty Tomato Bisque Soup© (questionably Organic) they sell at the Safeway; your grandma is still ornery, though she laughs more and she’s getting fat. There’s kale in supermarkets, you can buy three mansions and ten years of bunker food at Wegmans. You want to celebrate your first holiday, and cringe like you used to when you see people dressed in ugly American Flag-patterned ________________* for the 4th of July.

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