We are partly a function of where we’ve lived. The person who experienced a cross burning in Alabama is shaped by discrimination. The person who experienced war is shaped by the shrapnel. If Los Gatos has shaped us, I don’t quite know how. Icing on the Cake treats? Perhaps, the idyllic nature of birds chirping every morning to awaken us. Or, the ability to walk to town. Maybe in the fact that is a town, and people know our names.
How will Paris shape us, I wonder?
