Norway. November 17 2007.
A great memory for this year. My 33rd birthday in Norway. It was worth it to go there to see a part of my own history. Some idiosyncracies now fit together. The reluctance of the Norwegian to make human contact is written all over me. It was a sense of home that someone once told me I would never you find, but maybe that is just because he had never left America. Nothing wrong with America but it is sterile in the area of longstanding ancestral ties. There is some truth and some hope that a particular place does hold more promise or history than others. That trip was my high light of 2007. I was waiting for it for a very long time.
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