Hello My Friend, It appears you are off on your world’s adventure with what appears to be your involvement with Formula 1 and the excrement of the racing world; Obviously a passion. I really loved the people I met at The Hollywood 2012 Book Festival, though I believe that I am well aware that, for the organizers, the promotion of such events is what they have to offer. Recognition is that pill which you swallow and enjoy the moment in time when you are escited to be a part of something larger, and if an open door appears from it; Then you have achieved a miracle.//Among the more interesting parts of the event was an Iranian taxi driver from the airport whose brain I picked about our relationship there. As a Christian, his family had to leave 20 years ago, and hell would be, “Being A Christian in Iran,” and now he goes back and forth from LAX to Hollywood 14 to 16 hours per day. He said, “I am so tired,” but I must go on. He was reluctant to tell me what he thinks about America’s role now in that area of the world, but when it came out; It was this; “Please just get out, because you can believe no one, and you have really accomplished nothing.”// But more dreaded and most telling; He said that Americans in the political realm do not get it that you can believe absolutely, “No One.” He repeated it, and just placed his hand on his head.”
So thus, I beg you, take care wherever your travels take you. I went through the sport’s pages and notes about the BBC, and I got some feeling for how removed most of us are in this country, even from our own roots, and most of us are afraid to take out that last and difficult to sever part of the root which will start life over again, but those pages somehow spoke to me that you have done just that. Your courage is admirable, for you relish the new day.
I also realized that I should have given my book a more appropriate title such as, “The Diaspora of Mid Century Southern Farms,” with the subplot of, “One Daughter’s Story,” but would anyone have understood better? If I told one graduating class of high school seniors in that area that they are the sons and daughters of an Agrarian Diaspora inflicted on them by the very government their parents trusted, a lot of giggles would circle the room as they focused on the word; “Di; What?” Then they would make babies in the parking lot, see if they had enough to get something at the KFC and a six pack of Bud, then go home to meth addicted parents waiting for their own time to become equally as broken.
Be happy, and take care, for summer nights already hint to gather now while the days are still bright. I needed to see a good friend’s face today, and it was yours.
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Hello My Friend, It appears you are off on your world’s adventure with what appears to be your involvement with Formula 1 and the excrement of the racing world; Obviously a passion. I really loved the people I met at The Hollywood 2012 Book Festival, though I believe that I am well aware that, for the organizers, the promotion of such events is what they have to offer. Recognition is that pill which you swallow and enjoy the moment in time when you are escited to be a part of something larger, and if an open door appears from it; Then you have achieved a miracle.//Among the more interesting parts of the event was an Iranian taxi driver from the airport whose brain I picked about our relationship there. As a Christian, his family had to leave 20 years ago, and hell would be, “Being A Christian in Iran,” and now he goes back and forth from LAX to Hollywood 14 to 16 hours per day. He said, “I am so tired,” but I must go on. He was reluctant to tell me what he thinks about America’s role now in that area of the world, but when it came out; It was this; “Please just get out, because you can believe no one, and you have really accomplished nothing.”// But more dreaded and most telling; He said that Americans in the political realm do not get it that you can believe absolutely, “No One.” He repeated it, and just placed his hand on his head.”
So thus, I beg you, take care wherever your travels take you. I went through the sport’s pages and notes about the BBC, and I got some feeling for how removed most of us are in this country, even from our own roots, and most of us are afraid to take out that last and difficult to sever part of the root which will start life over again, but those pages somehow spoke to me that you have done just that. Your courage is admirable, for you relish the new day.
I also realized that I should have given my book a more appropriate title such as, “The Diaspora of Mid Century Southern Farms,” with the subplot of, “One Daughter’s Story,” but would anyone have understood better? If I told one graduating class of high school seniors in that area that they are the sons and daughters of an Agrarian Diaspora inflicted on them by the very government their parents trusted, a lot of giggles would circle the room as they focused on the word; “Di; What?” Then they would make babies in the parking lot, see if they had enough to get something at the KFC and a six pack of Bud, then go home to meth addicted parents waiting for their own time to become equally as broken.
Be happy, and take care, for summer nights already hint to gather now while the days are still bright. I needed to see a good friend’s face today, and it was yours.
All Blessings, Barb