"Miss Backus" at the time, i.e., Jan Eagle
In Paris, after watching the landing on television with the Sahuaro High School students in our summer program in the hotel lobby, I stepped around the block to pick up dry cleaning. To my astonishment, after a week of indifferent if not contemptuous treatment for us English-speaking visitors by the French, the shopkeeper exclaimed, “You are American!” Dancing for joy, the man called to his wife, who insisted on escorting me for a mid-morning celebration into their back room. Their notion of what an American would drink on such an occasion? Warm scotch, half full in a water glass! I sipped and escaped with a memory wrapped in wonder.
Jan (Backus) Eagle

