LONELINESS IN AMERICA.

LONELINESS IN AMERICA. In the early sixties when I was in graduate school there was a Nigerian graduate student who was nice to me. He had already gotten his Masters at Boston University and was going on for his Ph.D. He told me this story. When he first got to this country, he was lonesome during the entire fall. But he looked forward to Christmas because of the way Christmas was celebrated in his village. He said that on Christmas Day the door to every house in the village was open. People visited each other all day long. If you had quarreled with somebody, Christmas was the day that you sought each other out and forgave each other. It was snowing that first Christmas Day in Boston and he walked the streets for a long time, alone.