Late
November, 2001, I bumped into Rupert at the Beijing
Airport. I was there as a tourist; he was there on his 2001
China Book Tour promoting his novel Dust,
Rainbows and Dirty Sox.
I took a lot of pictures--he took a lot of notes but he wasn't very happy getting his picture taken. No one else seemed to mind--even cadets posed and some a dose red guard guys and da kids and da beautiful people and pretty girls.
Colnel Sanders seemed to have his picture and statue in more places than Chairman Mao. And we got to go to the same part of the Great Wall where Governor Arnold had been. Hollywood Jack the interpreter, tourguide, videographer claimed that they new more about us than we knew about them. It's funny how that works. In Suzhou I was told everyone wanted to learn English. The problem seems to be that their leaders are LIKE THE MUSICAL "Nutty and Greedy" as ours.
It's going to take awhile for me to make sense of things, as if that ever happens, so there will be postings of photographs AND A TON OF VIDEO. In the meantime IN BETWEEN TIME When in THE USA AIN'T WE GOT GUNS. Somewhere in the middle speaks the voice of reason.
