But sadness is real because once it meant something real. Sad is one of those words that has given up its life for our country, it's been a martyr for the American dream, it's been neutralized, co-opted by our culture to suggest a tinge of discomfort that lasts the time it takes for this and then for that to happen, the time it takes to change a channel. In third-world countries I have felt overwhelmingly American, calcium-rich, privileged, and white. It's like being in a third-world country, but instead of food or money you are what is wanted, your company. When I go to see her, as I walk through the hall past the common room and the nurses' station, old person after old person puts out his or her hand to me. Don't Let Me Be Lonely: “At the airport-security checkpoint.”Īt the airport-security checkpoint on my way to visit my grandmother, I am asked to drink from my water bottle.Īt the airport-security checkpoint on my way to visit my grandmother, I am asked to take off my shoes.Īt the airport-security checkpoint on my way to visit my grandmother, I am asked if I have a fever.
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