Sometimes we learn lessons we probably shouldn’t--all those times we lock the barn door after the cows have already fled. So much of air travel seems to be suffering from this syndrome, like the obsession with shoes that comes from a single incident decades ago (we were there for the Paris shoe bomber, so we get the paranoia, but still...). Random violence can strike anywhere--that’s why it’s called random--and ultimately we have no protection from it. Except to shop elsewhere for a while (we’ve been visiting the Chinese markets in Cerritos) and wait for memories to fade.
Yes, agree. And thank you for this. I thought afterwards that I hoped the lady at the door was happy I made a contribution and maybe smiling together helped. I wish I knew what normal is these days or if we'll ever be able to stop looking over our shoulders or checking out where the nearest exit door is.
The largest Asian community in Brooklyn is like 5 blocks away. When you cross over a certain street it might as well be the Far East dealing with issues we can't imagine. How lucky am I to live so close and experience it nearly every day? That's what I tell myself
It really was a shock to see those empty aisles – and this is New York? We are going through such a culture shift for so many reasons and we are truly grateful that you are there to guide us along the way with your picturesque narrative. Thank you! And who could feel sorry for anyone who has access to all those great looking fish! Wow.👍
Sometimes we learn lessons we probably shouldn’t--all those times we lock the barn door after the cows have already fled. So much of air travel seems to be suffering from this syndrome, like the obsession with shoes that comes from a single incident decades ago (we were there for the Paris shoe bomber, so we get the paranoia, but still...). Random violence can strike anywhere--that’s why it’s called random--and ultimately we have no protection from it. Except to shop elsewhere for a while (we’ve been visiting the Chinese markets in Cerritos) and wait for memories to fade.
“The yips”...that is a new one for me.
Yes, agree. And thank you for this. I thought afterwards that I hoped the lady at the door was happy I made a contribution and maybe smiling together helped. I wish I knew what normal is these days or if we'll ever be able to stop looking over our shoulders or checking out where the nearest exit door is.
It's a baseball term...you get cold feet about something you know how to do well and then start messing up. I love the word, though.
Hope you don't ever get it!
The largest Asian community in Brooklyn is like 5 blocks away. When you cross over a certain street it might as well be the Far East dealing with issues we can't imagine. How lucky am I to live so close and experience it nearly every day? That's what I tell myself
Dear Pat,
It really was a shock to see those empty aisles – and this is New York? We are going through such a culture shift for so many reasons and we are truly grateful that you are there to guide us along the way with your picturesque narrative. Thank you! And who could feel sorry for anyone who has access to all those great looking fish! Wow.👍