An unexpected detour.
January 11th 2007 Since the plan was to be in Tunisia on the morning of the 7th, there’s a sly pleasure in finding myself, a day later, trudging to the bus station in Palermo. It feels like I’m pulling a fast one, swiping a few days from under an unsuspecting nose. At the station I’m just in time to watch the 10:30 to Syracuse putter down the street. The station agent - a gray-haired man whose gravitas would
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