We talked a lot about how great the city is and how he was kind of bored staying with his family in Burlington. He escaped for the day, to walk around downtown and have a good time. He wanted to enjoy the art and the culture the city has to offer. He didn't want to drive from backyard to backyard in Burlington. We understood each other right away.
He spoke of long walks on a visit to Paris and a great Italian resto in New York. Later during the show he offered me peanuts to snack on and cheered loudly for a Django Reinhardt number and sang along with a Stevie Wonder tune. He had…zest.
He said that living in Beirut makes you appreciate each day. He said that there's no way to rationalize with people who are happy to let their children blow themselves up for a cause, so you can't live in fear. They're going to do what they do so you've got to do what you do. And that's that. He told me about how last summer when there was so much bombing happening, "the funniest thing happened". There were ships, sending missiles to his part of town. He could feel the earth shake from his bed. It woke him up. You can tell when the missiles are being sent from land or from sea and he knew this was coming from the sea. He turned to his wife and said, "Boy, are we ever lucky that the water is calm today! If they hit a wave, we could be done for! An inch in the wrong direction and that missile could have hit our bedroom!"
And then he waited for me to laugh.
Beause that was his funny story.
That's not funny.
"That's NOT funny,” I said to him. "That's HORRIBLE".
And then he laughed at me.
