I’ll never forget the look on my Chinese MIL’s face when we flew to California back in 1997. As the plane banked for final approach at SFO, she looked down with her mouth open at millions of houses spread over mile after mile after mile of beautiful rolling hills.
Completely at odds with what she had been taught since childhood. She was a huge Mao supporter when she was young, was among the screaming hoards of red-book-wavers in Tienanmen Square back in the late ‘50s.
I let her take my window seat when we were on final approach. I stood in the aisle and watched her.
“I let her take my window seat when we were on final approach. I stood in the aisle and watched her.” You stood in the aisle on final approach?