Christmas Day fugue

The original headline for this page went something like this: "Where does being unAmerican start?" Even had I been given more time, I probably wouldn't have been able to express what I meant to be thinking-- but regardless of my intentions, by the time I had finished typing 'start', the room was spinning too quickly for me to keep up, so I rolled out of my chair and onto the floor and passed out next to the washing machine. That was in Cooper's basement on Christmas Day. I am expecting myself to stay at home for New Year's.