When we were in London, we stopped into Harrod’s. My sons loved the food hall that had a large selection of exotic fruit. If you were willing to pay, you could sample all manner of fruits, flown in from very far away.
I had to take a photo of the mangosteen — £32 for a kilo — or about US $ 52, as of this writing. My dear friends in Southeast Asia pay quite a bit less. But sitting on a tropical patio eating mangosteen is a lot different than sitting in a cramped apartment in grey London, enjoying (nearly) the same taste. And maybe to someone who sorely misses their home near the equator, that taste would just about be worth it.
We also saw an unbelievable number of exotic cars. The highlight was a Bugatti Veyron, worth about $1,500,000. Just driving on the street. The guy behind the wheel was maybe on his way to get a litre of olive oil at the nearest supermarket. Driving that car was an ordinary part of his day. For me, it would be an experience to remember for the rest of my life.
Context.
This “Discover Riches at Your Library” bookmark was given to my daughter as part of a summer reading program at our local library.
As life moves forward, we lose some things.
Hiba Ibrahim spoke at at Ben’s graduation ceremony (or continuation ceremony). Her family immigrated from Sudan to Littleton, Colorado, about five or so years ago. Her speech reflected complete adjustment to life here. Her delivery showed confidence and poise. She had a totally American accent.
In our desire to provide suitable entertainment for our fathers or family, we watched Pendragon.
As I have traveled to different places in the world, I am always amused when people claim, “We have no accent.” It’s true — if they have never lived anywhere else. But my contention is that we all have accents.
