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Happy 4th: From My Village to Yours.

Where I work, there are a small handful of men who occasionally begin their sentences with the phrase “In my village…”

“In my village, we have a festival.” “In my village, we would never treat an octopus in such a way.”

These men can get away with saying such things as easily as they can get away with calling women “baby” because they are Greek. The have the accent, they have an old world charm about them that clings like the smell of clove and stale cigarette smoke.

And I have always been a little bit jealous. If I were to ever pepper my sentences with the words “In my village…” People would most likely assume it was Greenwich Village. And I can just forget about using the word “baby.” Ever. Continue reading

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