By Reg Green
Travel for Thanksgiving, with its airport chaos, long car journeys and the disruption of every household routine,
reminded me of a cartoon showing a camel buckling at the knees as it trudged across an endless plain, loaded with everything to support a primitive life — pots, firewood, tents — and generations of a family.
The father snarls at a child clinging to a frayed rope,
“Stop asking if we’re there yet,” he’s saying. “We’re nomads for chrissake.”
