“The Princeling’s Keeper” – A Story about Soviets at Expo ’74
My people could not believe they’d ever tire of your M&M’s or Marlboro cigarettes or brightly lit stores filled with whiskey and vodka – too much, even for Russians to drink. Or the disgrace of your President Nixon. Or the heroism of your Patty Hearst. Or the empty pleasure we took in your Kojak and Hawaii Five-O and Days of Our Lives. We fell in love with your distractions even as we knew you were a decadent people, spoiled and fat and sometimes unbearably innocent and often as stupid as salted slugs, but also evil – some of you – all the way through.