AIRPORT: A place for planes to come and go, for awkward hello side-hugs and goodbye make-out sessions. Where a pack of gum costs more than a gallon of gas and you can buy flowers and teddybears from a vending machine. Where security is invaluable, wireless isn’t free, and people-watching is priceless.
It is exactly where summer [...]
Posts Tagged as ‘Bambara’
September 11, 2008
ENCYCLOPEDIA OF SUMMER: VOLUME A
Filed under Letters of Miscellanea
Tags: Airports, Aunt Kay, Bambara, Boob Job, Casablanca, Copenhagen, Customs, Home Alone, Making out, Mali, Seinfeld, Side hugs, Turtledoves
June 10, 2008
To the Other White Girl:
Why did you leave? In a stadium of 2,000 Malian men, we’re supposed to stick together! You don’t know what a relief it was to see you at half time. I sat on the hot cement seat for a whole 45 minutes wondering what the heck was I doing at this soccer game [...]
April 23, 2008
To this week’s dialogue:
If my week were a comic strip, you are the word bubbles everyone would read aloud to their friends.
“He says he hasn’t seen any boobs.”
Crossing the New Bridge on the way home from school, Cory has his second Bamako sighting of a shirt that says BOOBS. Assuming my brother secretly desires one of his [...]
