by Bodwyn Wook
I live here in the US and, through a concatenation of bad events, have been a citizen since birth, even though my father was, precisely, an English war groom. I think it was our American mother’s objection to one of “those schools” that lowered the boom permanently. Our mother when younger had read Evelyn Waugh. Quite apart from trips to look at various relations, this precluded any prolonged childhood or adolescent sojourns in the old land during our school years. In any event, on my last return from England in 1988, the customs clearance experience then was so thoroughly abominable that I’ve not been abroad even so far as Canada since. Now, at sixty, I am thoroughly stoppered up in the “Homeland Security” lobster trap and pisshouse, and that’s it. Only stipulated that the upper Middle West hath its charms…but it’s simply not worth the Hell on Earth getting (back) here. And so here I stand, to paraphrase Martin Luther…because I simply can’t stand this effing post-modern travel!
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 6 May 2009]