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On Travel, Perspective and Donuts



Friends,
They say travel broadens your horizons and opens your mind. It gives you a new perspective on things and helps you challenge what's normal by exposing you to other norms. Perhaps that's why I found it somewhat amusing when I boarded a "French-made" A-320 (the word "made" sounds a lot like "maid"). Or the fact part of Atlanta's public transportation code of conduct forbids assaulting Marta employees (which felt oddly specific and seemed to leave the door open to assaulting fellow passengers). But beyond smirks and groans, the one takeaway for me is we all live on a small oasis in space and the accident of where on this planet we're born can have a huge impact on our views, values and our ability to meet our basic needs. The more I travel, the more I come to the conclusion borders should be criminalized (not the people crossing them). Freedom of movement and the ability to reside anywhere on the planet should be a human right (not just the birthright of the thin slice of the population born in the wealthiest nations). That, and the right to eat donuts on Friday. This morning I have a couple dozen Krispy Kremes for your enjoyment. They’ve traveled from the north end of town so don’t keep them waiting.
Happy Friday!

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