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Sunday 13 September 2026 17:51 CDT
Current eventsMemoirNon-FictionStarted in the taxi line at O'Hare T5 after arriving from London.
After decades of taking the Piccadilly Line tube on every trip to London I've ever made, and after decades of snickering like a 13-year-old boy every time they announce where the eastbound train is actually going, I finally went there:
Having spent the past week in French-speaking countries, and having spent a lot of time preparing for the visit by learning as much French and French culture as my brain could hold, I got in the habit of saying "Bonjour" every time I walked into a shop, café, or really anyplace someone was working. (That, and "excusez-moi de vous déranger," "s'il vous plaît," and "non, absolument je n'ai pas voté pour ce putain d'espèce du clown, il y a encore des americains sains, en particulier lesquels qui parlent...
I have made it to London where I am now eating a delicious butter chicken from a local takeaway. I was going to go whole-hog and get kebab, but the curry place smelled so good, and I was pretty hungry.
Twenty five years later
I was here yesterday:
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