Overseas State Department people frequently complain about our living spaces. I mean, this 1980's apartment oak trim and gas-station-bathroom-style kitchen counters scream: I'd be a perfect set for a John Houston movie! And I get how hard it must be to please so many people, so I understand the standard Drexell furniture, but don't even bring up the light fixtures. I want to write to Oprah and ask that amazing decorator "What kind of miracles can you work with govenment issue?"
I'm sitting in the the SF airport waiting to board a flight to Moscow via Atlanta/Paris. I've been home a month and had a terrific time.