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April 03, 2007
I love this country.
I got my haircut on Saturday at the same small mall chop-shop, but this time I didn’t get the same pouty little witch I’ve had the last two times. I got one of those talkative types who pauses while cutting to gesture extensively. We talked about kids -- she has a son turning nine, and his birthday’s next week, and she’s having 96 people over. Ninety six? Kids? No, no -- relatives. All the extended family. Lots of people on her side and lots of people on her husband’s, and lots of kids in both families. Hence the birthdays are big events, and the kids are spoiled beyond reason. (“Seven hundred dollars in cash last year!” she said.) I mention this because she was the daughter of immigrants; her parents came from Laos, her husband’s parents from Cambodia. Her mother had to swim across the river while pregnant to get to a refugee camp to escape to America. And now they’re here; they number 96 and they’re doing well, to say the least. I love this country.
James Lileks, The Bleat, April 3, 2007
Posted at April 3, 2007 05:47 AM | Categories: America
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