It’s never been particularly easy to be an Amerikan abroad. It sure wasn’t when I visited England in 1977, and it wasn’t when I lived there in 1978/79. A surprising (to me) amount of Anti-Amerikan sentiment, which stretched all the way back to World War II. The U.S. had never been bombed. Hadn’t had to deal with the privations forced upon The Scepter’d Isle and its people. No matches. No ice cream. No whatever. Well,
"Comment - how could I? I don't have enough information..."
That phrase alone, used often enough, by enough people, in enough situations, could qualify The Expat for a Nobel Peace Prize, (or an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar, a Tony, a Pulitzer, or at least a 4H rodeo prize for good sportsmanship).
From the Hallowed Halls to the Hague, I remain your little pirate brother - straightman
"Comment - how could I? I don't have enough information..."
That phrase alone, used often enough, by enough people, in enough situations, could qualify The Expat for a Nobel Peace Prize, (or an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar, a Tony, a Pulitzer, or at least a 4H rodeo prize for good sportsmanship).
From the Hallowed Halls to the Hague, I remain your little pirate brother - straightman