How European of you to notice
I went to the airport yesterday evening to pick up a colleague and friend of T’s from Spain – “how will I recognize him?” – why bother asking, this gorgeous Spaniard parted the crowd like Moses – while all the other guys were wearing oversized shirts and jeans and hoodies, this guy walks through the crowd impeccably dressed like only a Spaniard could. I wondered why I couldn’t have mustered a little more finesse in dressing for him – there I was in my khaki capris and elephant tee shirt looking as American dorky as possible.
He got in the truck and WWOZ was playing a lot of old cross over country tunes and he looked at the massive dashboard of my Ford F150 and he said, “This is so American.”
Ha!