So I'm in this goofy restaurant in the Newark airport. It's decked out as a faux 40's - 50's dinner: Andrews sisters and Sinatra playing over the speakers, plastic chrome, - *really* cheesy. Then I realize that *none* of the staff in silly paper hats and striped waitress outfits speaks English natively. They are from all over: India, Africa, South America, all over.
They're all working the American dream that this silly diner is trying to evoke. That dream that never really existed.
I truly *love* this country.