I’m sitting here in a coffee shop. In Vienna. Austria. Surrounded by a language I, mostly, don’t understand. But today, my international eavesdropping skills at their finest, the harsh German “C” that still sounds — to me– like a fur ball coming up the back of your throat, is replaced often by words like “America,” “Obama”, “Romney” and……”Facebook.” (what?!) Everyone from the 4 teens voluntarily tattooing their friend’s arm, to the Austrian-style Jack Kerouac throw-back in the corner is talking about the U.S. elections.
Maybe there is?
Drink or not. I do hope we’re mad enough to change. (?)
Good night, America.