4 02 2008

Leaving rural New England for ten days in Texas and Arizona is a journey into the fact that we set no standard for the rest of the country. We’re the anomalies. The freaks. Of another place and time and culture altogether. Perhaps closer to Europe than to here. In Tucson, a city as wide and bright as the sky above it, a place that spreads itself loudly and colorfully along streets that span six straight lanes of American-made cars and trucks, I am the Other. In the contact zone. And that’s where I, as a teacher and learner should travel.




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