Plasticized card says:you belong   Blonde beaches, Irish bars,gray skied smokestacks shivering winters, damp springs,melted sunrises, purring air —People among you walkwith folded lanterns,  loud saris, pulsating fiesta sound waves, cloaked in hijab, mangling holy French,reeking of curry and cologne —Drooping Frankish eyes lament – Things are now different Continue reading Status Threat by Peter Crowley