Chapter 2: Wandering Further Down the Road
The Sunday Skypes became a fairly regular thing, except for the occasional times one of us had a family event going on. We talked about many things: his family life, what it was like living in a small town on the edge of the desert, his aspirations after he received his degree. He asked me about my job, what life was like where I lived. I was surprised when he asked me my commute time to work. In so many ways he seemed to be quite familiar with life in the West. I asked him about that one afternoon.
“Do you have a theater there where you watch western movies?” I asked. “You seem to know a lot about what life is like here.”
He laughed. “No, there is nothing like that here. This is not New York or Paris. It is not at all like where you live. Ther
