Our last week on American soil was semi-eventful, here's a few highlights:
- I was mistaken as Nellie's father by one of her high school chums (who was either Frodo Baggins or Elijah Wood) during a friendly evening of billiard's at Linda's Tavern. The bag of d then upped the anti to a new level of absurdity and went on to tell me how my girlfriend (or daughter for that matter) had a crush on him six years ago. Cool brother, cool. Yes, the beard is a little long but I thought this generation still carried some semblance of respect for their elders.
- In conjunction with Mr. David Entrikin's http://www.outsidersexhibit.net/ and National Hunger and Homelessness Awareness Week, Nell and I wandered the streets of Capitol Hill and picketed the neighborhood with fliers for her semi-annual Jackets and Socks Drive. I fulfilled my one day of volunteerism every decade and we actually landed about 60 jackets and 200 pairs of sock(s) for the local mission. We had about a 25% success rate - leading to the irrational and completely unscientific conclusion that 75% of the wealthy have no heart.
- Feeling a bit melancholy over the lack of good ole' US shat-food that won't be readily available in Constantinople, I ate half a bag of Cheetos. After making the mistake of placing the remainder in the community cupboard, a certain theivin' grandmother consumed the rest. God bless her, God bless America, and God bless cheesy delicious snacks...
- And finally....(drum roll please)... we graduated from our teacher certification class and are now (supposedly) fit to teach unknowing Turks how to speak our beautiful language and get paid for the act. It is now perfectly acceptable for me to rock a ponytail and Tevas with socks...everyday...for the rest of my life.