Oh Say, I Can't See

It wasn’t as glorious as he made it all out to be. I received a letter from an old friend who moved to the US to try out his luck yesterday and his wasn’t the happiest of tales. He’d gone there under the guise of visiting an aunt in New York several years back and has since been ducking the INS left, right, and center. He’d gone through a number of jobs in Manhattan and he couldn’t keep one very long due to his, erm technically being a fugitive and all, and was now really in hiding. Apparently, some overly patriotic, newly sworn-in immigrant tipped off the authorities and the poor fellow can’t even look out the window nowadays. It’s a common, but no less tragic, story. Sadder thing is he could have spent his time being of better use to us over here—he’s a doctor—instead of wasting his talent washing dishes and waiting tables albeit in the land of milk and honey. Off to write him back and ask him to come on home.