Tag: New Orleans
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Back to Murrika
Given the welcome screening I had received in Japan, I was expecting a long wait and a moderate amount of questioning when I returned to the States. Instead… nothing. No questions from immigration and I walked right through customs without so much as eye contact from a security official. I was pleasantly surprised by all of this, of course, with the emphasis on “surprised”. After a five-day beach trip to Cabo two years ago, all my bags were turned inside out and scrutinized. After nine months in Southeast Asia? Nothing. Meh, move along sir. California My flight back to the…
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Super Sunday
Completely unrelated to the fact that I’ve called San Francisco my home for several years now, I’ve been a 49ers fan since I was about 9 years old. At the tail end of the Joe Montana era, I started watching football with my dad and decided that the best team at that time (and all of the 80s) would be my favorite team too. Somehow I was able to weather a devastating playoff loss that resulted in the end of Montana’s career in San Francisco and the end of the Bill Walsh dynasty. Given that my reasons for latching onto…
