another remedy

there is the sweetest man who comes into my bank.

his last name is something "vich" so naturally as my

nosey rosey self I ask him where are you from.

Serbia

now we are the best of friends, because we both are

serbs, right? it's amazing how people from different

countries who meet in america seem to become

like family. everytime he comes into the bank, he

comes to my window and in his sweet broken english

talks to me about everything. he always ends our

conversations with "oh, & please tell your mother hi"

he's never met my mom.

and that makes me so happy.