Everytime I leave Manhattan, I'm reminded of how isolated I am from the world, though I live in the middle of the media mecca where all information flows through this island before beaming out to the rest of the world. I was sitting at a bar in Wailea, watching the end of the Daytona 500, and I don't understand how anybody has the patience to watch cars go round and round for a few hours. As I was watching the last 20 minutes of this event, it became very apparent that I was surrounded by Nascar nation at the bar and that's what the US is: Very red. I forget that people are under the influence of franchises and normal portions are almost double what you would consume in a NYC restaurant. Also, most of America has an accent based on their locale. What I fully recognize is that this IS America, and where I live is not representative of it. I live in the middle of Chelsea: A place where Bill Clinton would appear to be a Republican. It's good to get out of the city just so I can recalibrate myself to the real world.
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