My little post yesterday explaining the Middle East got a lot of views. Which is odd, because I know nothing about the Middle East. Like most Americans, my time is spent worrying about Tom Brady’s left knee and Clay Buchholz’s right arm. Also how to sell my many fine novels.
If you really want to learn about the Middle East, you should get my son to restart the blog he had last year. Or start a new one where the photos don’t disappear.
Here is the sort of thing I don’t know, and he does:
Son: “The best clubs in Amman are on Rainbow Street.”
Me, making a tiny little joke: “I suppose that’s where the gay bars are.”
Son: “As a matter of fact, that’s right. They’re not called gay bars, but everyone knows what they are.”
My son can also tell you about what happens to liquor stores during Ramadan, and the etiquette of letting cab drivers stop for coffee, how people behave when it snows in Amman, and many other interesting facts that you and I don’t know anything about. We just have to get him writing again.