Even before the official graduation ceremonies from my graduate degree in social work we were on a Boeing delivery flight to Lisbon, Portugal and then a train through Spain and France to England. I got a job teaching groupwork at the Birmingham Polytechnic School of Social Work. When we went over Lisa was 8 y.o. and wanted to know if we would have tea with the Queen. She was initially teased by her classmates for her American "drawl", but by Spring she was indistinguishable from her "Brummy" counterparts. I, on the other hand, despite my efforts to blend in, was inevitably asked, "How long have you been in this Country?" We considered staying indefinitely, having been disillusioned by the Vietnam War, and the assassinations of Martin Luther King and Bobbie Kennedy. I would have taught another year, but my wife at the time got very homesick for our culture and her family. So we returned after only one academic year.
