Being called away from Paris unexpectedly has been no laughing matter. First of all, I had to miss the entire First Annual Parisian Comedy Festival, which ended yesterday and no one even missed me.
Second of all, I am resorting to finding daily doses of humor in comparing American life to life in France. It's not always pretty.
For example, America is The Land of the Bumper Sticker. France is not. America puts its heart, soul, and just about everything else of a personal nature on its sleeve -- and on its bumper. The first prize for Bumper Sticker that You'd Never See in France goes to the following, on a white Dodge minivan:
"I'm Still Hot -- only Now it comes in Flashes"
The Second Prize in the "Only in America"category. It was at once touching and yet the sort of thing I find difficult to explain to anyone, let alone friends back in France. In a vast super-sized mall-world endless sea of cars somewhere outside Columbia, South Carolina, was a large yellow sign:
Sunrise Easter Service, 5 am
Wal-Mart Parking Lot
I think it's time for me to head home to Paris.