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K Mark Schofer

I love going to other countries and experiencing the normal day to day life.

We are spending the next couple of days in So Cal. More specifically , Disney with the grand kids with a side junket to Santa Barbara. As expected, I see a wide assortment of people in the hotels from various counties and culture.

They are here to experience Disney with all its glamour and glitz.

I wonder how much they care to see the real America. Do they see the homeless woman sitting in the bushes talking to herself. Do they see that they can’t see the far off hills because they are covered in smog. Do they care that almost every restaurant is a chain. Do they know of our great divide, and do they fear a random encounter with somebody brandishing a fire arm.

Or do they march around jocular wearing Mickey Ears, thinking they are having a real American experience.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.