From Karol Sheinin, on the 29th anniversary of her plowing into Plymouth rock in a little rickety dingy made out of empty Vodka bottles and the skins of Russian potatoes. Five years later, she’d become a US citizen.
America replies: “Don’t mention it, kid. Just don’t go speeding in school zones and keep the heroin use recreational, and we’ll always be cool.
” — And hey: enjoy the freedom!”
Haha, thanks America! I’ll keep that in mind.
(BTW, It’s 29 years since I set foot here, I wouldn’t become a citizen for another 5 years. Just clarifying as your version makes me seem older ;-) )
I love love letters to America. In my case, it was my grandparents who were immigrants to America, but that was the first thing I ever wrote about at my site, before it descended into complete idiocy.
Karol:
As the grandson of two sets of Portuguese immigrants I congratulate you on your 29 years. Be assured that we are happy to have you as long as you remember to turn off the lights and stay out of the liquor cabinet. :-)
Fixed it, Karol.
Although I’m not sure if my changes make you seem more heroic or just a young drunk with a dream…
A dingy made out of empty vodka bottles – lightweight, sea-worthy, potentially flammable, but oh so fun …
Prosit!
ya lublu pi piva
As the kiddo of a Russian immigrant granddad, congratulations, Karol!
(People still have no idea what the heck they’re supposed to do with my patronymic.)