When my partner Bill encounters a bad driver I plead with him not to hoot. “Remember we’re in America,” I say. “They might have a gun.” In my doctor’s waiting room, a clearly mentally ill patient was ranting. I pretended to...
Read MoreThe restaurant was buzzing with a smart after-work crowd. The professional looking women on the next table settled their bills. Then they held hands, bowed their heads, and said a prayer before heading home. I’ve often seen...
Read MoreI’m just back from the eyeball-hurting, freezing cold of New York where my senses were assaulted by screeching subway trains, honking cars, the pitiful sight of panhandlers on corners, and the smells of garbage and cheap pizza....
Read MoreMany of my American friends harbour a dark secret: they keep stuff in storage units, pretty much permanently. Largely, they are sensible souls, yet they pay the equivalent of a car instalment or more every month to store...
Read MoreDespite my bad back, I did a fingertip search for the pill I dropped on the floor. I eventually found and swallowed it – having first blown off the dust. After all, medicine is money here. One friend looked forward excitedly to...
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