During the sand storm, I made the mistake of leaving my bags open–the next day, my clean clothes were covered with sand.The only thing clean in my bag: my dirty clothes,which i’d put in a plastic bag.
This makes me the dumbest Atlanta video production guy to ever set foot in Kuwait during a sandstorm during the runup to an invasion of another country for which there’s been no real reason given.Around this time, I thought often of my friend Al Smith,my favorite neat-freak. This place wouldhorrify you, Al. The whole concept of cleanlinessand personal hygiene is completely re-written in aplace like this.