This essay was written in March, 2008, with reflections on visiting Detroit and living in Reno, Nevada. Taking off from the Reno airport, climbing over the desert…over the dry bed of prehistoric Lake Lahontan…over the mountains of Nevada, then Utah and Wyoming…snowy peaks visible between the clouds. Landing at Chicago’s Midway Airport, it’s amazing to[…]
USA and North America
I’ve flown into Atlanta on my way home to Columbus, Georgia, countless times in the last four decades. It’s impossible to arrive again without flashing back to the trips that occurred on the occasion of the deaths of my parents in Jan. 2002 and Dec. 2003. There’s a certain emptiness caused by the fact that though I’m returning “home” to the place where I spent the first eighteen years of my life, that it’s not the same because my parents aren’t there anymore.
No, I have not traveled to Iran, but my across-the-street neighbor just returned from a one month visit to his hometown of Shiraz, Iran. My neighbor’s Iranian name is Parvez. Parvez has lived in the states for almost thirty years. He’s an artist as well as being a capable handyman, i.e. a “jack of all trades”.