Happy 4th of July! Today's post is the second part of a story posted last Friday. I hope you enjoy, and, as always, thanks for stopping by.
It's July 4, 2004, and I'm sitting in a barber's chair on a sunny afternoon in El Paraíso, Honduras. My barber, a young man with a thorough knowledge of U.S. history and our founding fathers, stops cutting my hair and asks me, "Kevin, do you believe that in the U.S. anything is possible?" I pause for a moment and reply, "I do." He looks at me, as if pondering my response, and says, "I think in Honduras anything is possible." Suddenly he starts laughing and shaking his head, amused by what I now realize was a sarcastic response. He points his scissors towards a man seated across the barber shop who has joined in the laughter. I sit quietly in my chair.
It's July 4, 2004, and I'm sitting in a barber's chair on a sunny afternoon in El Paraíso, Honduras. My barber, a young man with a thorough knowledge of U.S. history and our founding fathers, stops cutting my hair and asks me, "Kevin, do you believe that in the U.S. anything is possible?" I pause for a moment and reply, "I do." He looks at me, as if pondering my response, and says, "I think in Honduras anything is possible." Suddenly he starts laughing and shaking his head, amused by what I now realize was a sarcastic response. He points his scissors towards a man seated across the barber shop who has joined in the laughter. I sit quietly in my chair.