"The Last American in Brooklyn"

Well it sure feels that way sometimes. Mind you I'm all for the Cosmopolitan way. It's just I miss hearing standard English sometimes.

I was walking along in my native town when I realized I hadn't heard my own language in I dunno when. Oh sure any number of dialects from the universe of languages. Just not mine. ...much.
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I'm not being xenophobic,...I think. I'm just homesick for the United States of America is all. I'm feeling what an expat might sense after a while. That otherness thing. However I'm feeling it perhaps a mile from where I grew up.

I hear that Berlin, Hamburg, London, and a few other Cosmo capitals are much the same. The native cultures have disappeared into the mix.

I suppose this sort of thing explains them New Jersey bigots. Them Nazis that Paki-Bashed or used to till they were eventually out numbered by Pakistan folks, Indians, the Chinese, and Mexicans.

I guess I'm a bigot too.

Only a nicer bigot. I'd never hassle anyone. I like folks. In fact when the upstairs bathroom flooded down into my living room,...swell.

The nice Mexican family from up there came down, and gave me a big bowl of Chicken, and Rice, Yum!, to say they were sorry.

Like Anne Frank said, "...People are Cool.'

Anyway in my apartment building there's a lot of music. Mexican, Haitian, and some stuff I can't figure,...Romanian?

Lately when I'm being bombarded by Mexican rock or Romanian hip hop I blast back with Hendrix, and the Beatles.

Would that 'all' ethnic wars were thus fought.