Rep. Tom Tancredo (R-Colo.) recently came under fire after referring to Miami as a Third World country.
While Tancredo's words can't be applied to the entire city of Miami, they do adequately describe parts of it.
I certainly felt like I was in a foreign country while in the Miami area last month.
I had driven down to pick up a friend who was staying at the posh Doral Country Club. Rather than initially turning into the Doral grounds, I passed the main entrance and decided to get gas for my car.
About a mile past Doral, I pulled into a gas station. I used the self-service, credit-card option to purchase gas, and then figured it was a good time for me to play Lotto.
I entered the gas station's convenience store, and heard the man behind the counter speaking Spanish to a customer he was helping. I figured the customer didn't speak or understand English.
That may or may not be true. But when I reached the counter and handed the man my Lotto card, I learned the store's employee did not speak or understand English, either!
He motioned with his hand and said something in Spanish. When I said, "Hablas ingles?" he said, "No."
I quickly realized others in the store were speaking Spanish, too. Was this Cuba, South America or the United States?
I walked out, eager to return to the U.S., -- or to leave the Twilight Zone, whichever best applied.
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