‘My husband’s so modern,’ she said with fear and pride. Then her pride went out, and with her hands plunged in her workbasket, among the buttons and the balls of wool, she said, ‘He may not want to come back for me.’

“A son of Guam, a Guamanian, a Chamorro - is like being in an audience somewhere in New York…“A son of New York, a New Yorkian, a New Yorker”. Talk about rubbing it in.

Look at this place! I'm in hell! I may never get a hard-on again!

It's a look and I'm here for it.