MOST Americans know the first Americans only by cliché.
Snow still caps the fir-covered mountains of southwest Oregon despite the warm spring sun that has lured burly loggers from their hibernation and drawn orchardmen back to their pear trees.
One of the fringe benefits of being a Middle East correspondent is that my travels in the region have allowed me to start a decent little collection of oriental rugs.
As the ferries dock at the Port of Dover after crossing the English Channel, the trucks pull in at a steady rate. Afghanistan’s opium harvest can be traced right back to some of those trucks.