This pile of oyster shells represents, in a way, a lot of what we're missing on a day like today. So if you're in the States, enjoy it for me.
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Its the 4th of July and in Argentina that means nothing more than a few happy hour parties at a few expat bars scattered around the city. Certainly no backyard bbqs, days at the beach or coolers full of beer. And I stopped hoping long ago for a chance of fireworks.
Posted by Graham Edward Newhall at 11:07 AM