Before going to the San Francisco Bay Area I was in Washington DC for a few days to visit my daughter. And we both got a nasty flu! No it was NOT Swine Flu. And we’re both fine. So is everybody we hugged and kissed. As far as I know!
One night before I got sick, I met with my daughter’s friends and colleagues at a bar not far from Dupont Circle. They all worked for Voice of America’s Persian TV channel. They are mostly in their 20s and 30s. Some have come from Iran and others are 2nd generation Iranian-Americans. And like all members of the media, everywhere, a fun bunch with open, inquisitive, sarcastic, adventurous minds.
They invited me to join them in rural Virginia. A tiny tiny village called Reedville. With one church, one gas station, one school, one “ice cream and gossip parlor” and one restaurant. And one bank. And a fisherman’s museum the size of your living room (as soon as the caretaker said the ticket was $5 hameh gheybeshoon zad gheyr az man!).
This place was so remote there was no internet connection. I almost had a heart attack :o) Unbelievable in this day and age. The 24 hours I spent there was my first without being online in years. Fortunately I had the good company of Kambiz, Mahshid, Reza, Negar, Hamideh, Susan, & Dave. Enjoy!
PS: Back in 1996 I wrote something about visiting VOA Persian radio.