Coney Island

Et voilà! Un beau message, tout joli.

"I like to be in America"...

I'm back from the country where people pledge allegiance to their flag, where kids pay 50 grands a year to go to college, where pizza is more common than vegetables.
I'm back from the state where fifteen-years olds wear John Deere T-shirts and chew tobacco, where everybody knows each other and where there are six churches in a 6000-people town.
I'm back from the city where you can watch Casablanca in a park with several other thousand people and scream the Marseillaise when it plays in the film, where you take the subway at four in the morning to go chinese-noodle hunting, where you can't have a glass of wine for less than nine dollars.
Yes, people, I'm coming back from AMERICA!