February 14, 2012
When I left Uzbekistan in October, I did not anticipate an extended stay in North Carolina, much less in a locale where the median age is about thirty years above mine. When my father fell seriously ill and my mother asked me to come to NC and help her out, it seemed perhaps my return to the States from Uzbekistan had been foreordained (if not predestined).
And then the Uzbeks announced no holiday saluting love, but rather Babur, of Genghis Khan lineage ( see post at Slate), and it seems all the more fitting not to be there this Valentine Day. As for here, solid good will and good solid will abound among the red-bedecked octogenarians.