And who is that?

‘He’s a country boy from Oklahoma who got lost and along the way, saw a few things and learned even more.’

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The large bottom on the stewardess made me chuckle. Amicable quips over-used, but nonetheless funny over the in-flight announcement. ‘You betcha’ I said, realizing after I said it that it had been a while since I used that phrase. The way American’s talk to themselves and no other country seems to. Lights over Phoenix seemed an amber Christmas was taking place. The sound above me went ‘bing’ and everyone pulled out a mobile phone – except me. Large people lumbered off the shuttle with shoes-in-hand, almost as if their feet swelled any chance they got. I loved it, loved it all. The accent I knew came back quickly – I embraced it. So hard that perhaps even it seems forced. ‘What can I get for this?’ I joked with Carla working late at the airport Pizza Hut. ‘Not much these days, hun.’. ‘Hun’ – I love being called ‘hun’ by black women who’s laugh trumps their age and bust size. I knew this – I’ve been here.

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I should have called you home a long time ago.

‘No.’

Your timing was perfect.