Its everywhere

Tuesday, Thursday and Friday mornings Dave and I start the day together. We get up, eat, drink our coffee, etc. Then a baby sitter comes over and we run out the door. Last Thursday was a typical example of one of these days, except that we were late and doing all of these things very, very fast. Then we got nervous around 8:44 when our baby sitter hadn't arrived yet since this particular person had come over the previous morning thinking that it was Thursday while it was in fact Wednesday.

"Do you think he thinks its Friday and he is still sleeping?" I asked Dave. Dave didn't answer.

That means he doesn't know.

Then the buzzer rang. After giving the regular babysitting instructions we fled the apartment. I pushed the button to the elevator but it was rattling around somewhere on the fifth floor. It kind of sounded like someone was playing hockey in there, so we grabbed the stairs. Our stairs are dangerous for a healthy twenty something in tennis shoes to run down, much less me in my heels with a cup of coffee in hand. Even worse for anyone sick, old, or tired. Its a spiral staircase wound so tight you never have more than about a foot to step on, and that's not a foot sq. I'd say its about 1X.75.

Once we safely reached the parking lot we encountered two of our friends, lost--looking for their car. They could have rode with us but they wanted the car for after school. So we continued on without them. Once we got to our car we noticed that theirs was next to it. Yup, they saw that too. So the four of us are one step closer to arriving safely at school.

Dave shut the door, turned the key and backed up. Once we began to role forward he reached for the radio--bzzpskft, bling, blee. ohh yeah. bap, boop, bap. A rap song. straight from the states or England. Completely familiar in every way possible. We started to laugh. Every where we go in the world we find explicit American rap. Amman, Jordan; Ensenada, Mexico; Chambery, Paris, France; Istanbul, Turkey; Chaing Mai, Thailand...Dave said he's even heard it in Abeche--Chad. Its good to know that rap will always be there for us, a part of our lives every time someone reaches for the nob of a radio.

You are never far from home.