Let us suppose you are traveling in a country where you do not speak the language, having a lovely time. You are riding a train and enjoying the scenery. You like to take pictures so you can remember your travels. You take some photos as you ride.
You are taken into custody at the next stop. There is no way to contact the friends who expect you to arrive at the other end.
Not my story, though the photos above were taken as I rode a bus in Russia.
We're talking about America. Or should I spell it Amerika?
[Read the story at Episcopal Cafe by clicking on the link above.]
What is happening to us? What are we allowing to happen?
--the BB
