Fire in the backside

Our flight from Madras to JFK took off about half an late. And then the delay increased to an hr at Dubai. While we were transiting between terminals, one of our co-passengers, a cute surd kid (one of two cute surd kids) screamed, "See Momma, Fire in the backside." Considering that the expression means altogether something different for us, we were a little taken aback. All that it took to clear the air on this one was to follow the kid's pointing to the sky. He was pointing at a flight whose lights were the "fire in the backside!"

So much for fires and planes.

We are well and truly in Dhammerica.

Are now in Chicago and waiting to post two blogs on our visit to Broadway and a raunchy play.

Also pending are some pics of the Boardwalk in NJ and some from Chicago.

All in due time.

Like our wise old friend in Portland says, I shouldn't be surfing in the US. There is a lot of time to do that. Back to the city experience now