Fist fights under our bleachers and out in the jammed parking lot were as intense, as meaningful and unforgettable, as the on-field scrimmage. Raymond knew, Raymond suffered from knowing, that we have these American illusions, we have those Asian illusions. There re millennia-old Arabian and Israeli myths. North versus South Korean ones still persist. Raymond Yeoh-Li Abraham, in all his bare nakedness, insisted that our long long list of illusory distinctions and hurtful discriminations are maintained for reasons other than feeding and dressing well all our pretty daughters and tender sons, nor for fully living the joy of our Creator s blessings.
Rain falls and falls and falls.
We suffer from a bad case of Greyhound bus terminal blues. Our United Air staffer appears before us. She looks remarkably crisp in her bright white blouse, her navy blazer and skirt, her toothy apologetic smile. Our flight out a here s delayed. Sorry to say.