From the Diary:
I have just returned from Little Diomede. I don't think that you will find it in the Michelin Guide, but I have come from there nonetheless, and while it is still in my mind I have a little Little Diomede story for you. Now as we all learned in Geopolitics 101 where today meets tomorrow, and Russia and the United States come so close as to almost touch, there right in the middle of the Bering Straits, look they are doing it now, well there they are, Big and Little Diomede.
Now Little Diomede is as American as apple pie and muktuk, and of course just two and a half miles away Big Diomede is as Russian as borscht and muktuk. And because the International Dateline runs right between them our today is their tomorrow, as their today is our yesterday.
Out there on the very edge of the human encampment, somewhere flying between today and tomorrow and yesterday, there was I enroute to Little Diomede. We were coming down between the two Islands in a Navajo doing a low level visual of the makeshift strip that has been scratched out on the frozen sea.
For one who has grown up in the hype of the cold war it is so delightful to see just how inconsequential our kind is here at the point where the two super powers come together. So enter me, this poor man's latter day Lord Jim, just eating it all up. My first glimpse of the Old World, and I am all geared up for a mystical experience. But that is not how it plays out.