COMING HOME
Feb 04, 2020
4 minutes
By Brian O’Dea
It had been less than two weeks since I was snacking on fried crickets in the streets of Bangkok, but now I stood on the other end of the world in every sense. I was wearing a suit for the first time in years; my 10-year high school reunion in Tulsa, Oklahoma, was about as drastic of a shift in environment as they come. Within the confines of the Hard Rock Casino, classic rock blared continuously, patrons pressed their luck at the smoky tables, and buffets of classic American cuisine were never more than a few feet away. I was
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