Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety-Jig
By Fred Reed
September 9, 2003
Evening was well advanced when the lights of Guadalajara crept under the wing and I started peering out the window like a visiting space alien. Cities at night fascinate me. They look like glowing bacterial cultures in a huge Petri dish, tendrils winding off into the darkness from a dense center. I had been in Washington to sell a condo as a matter of simplification of life: paperwork and labyrinthine taxes make owning anything you don’t have to more trouble than it is worth. The beast was sold. I was ready to get home.
Fred Reed is author of Nekkid in Austin: Drop Your Inner Child Down a Well, A Brass Pole in Bangkok: A Thing I Aspire to Be, Curmudgeing Through Paradise: Reports from a Fractal Dung Beetle, Au Phuc Dup and Nowhere to Go: The Only Really True Book About VietNam, and A Grand Adventure: Wisdom's Price-Along with Bits and Pieces about Mexico. Visit his blog.
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