Walks, Constitutionals, and the Perfidy of the Automobile
Wherein I try to sublimate my cultural arrogance into something more useful
I’ve clearly been back in the US for a while now. When I take my daily constitutional in the neighboring subdivision, I pass the same middle-aged ladies in flourescent spandex. They know me so well now that they wave at me.
Or perhaps people here are just that friendly with strangers. It’s hard to know...
I tell myself I am different from them. I am taki…