It's almost Thanksgiving!

I've developed a real affinity for the American Consulate. I'm like a child with a special blankie. I just like it. I like looking at it. Having it around makes me feel good. In fact, if I could open up a consulate next door, downstairs, down the road, or in a storefront I would. I enjoy riding my bike past the guards, past the gates around gates, and the barred windows. I ride past the line of visa applicants snaking around the corner, and the Chinese guards who demand to know your business, and I feel a sense of pride. Pride and joy, pride and joy...