I finally had an opportunity to talk to a neighbor yesterday – let’s call him Jack for short. We’ve been living next door to each other for a year now, and have met and said hi, but never talked turkey about anything. Yesterday he and his family were standing in their driveway eating ice cream cones as we arrived home, and so began to chat. Jack is a bit reticent and standoffish, and so his body was outside the circle of conversation among his wife and mine and his kids and me. So I decided to leave the circle myself and get into his sphere a bit.
It was interesting, but a bit uncomfortable at first, and he moved off the driveway and into the street. He is a nervous type, and his hands often say more than his others means of expression. I got him to talk a bit about what he does – it’s a mixture of things. He’s a bit of a weatherman and computer geek, but is primarily a mathematician, the field in which he has a PhD. I found it easy to get him to open up after learning about this, and marveled at the science of moving equations, weather prediction, Moore’s law, randomness, and the United States of America.
He’s from Canada. Much of his reticence comes from a learned reluctance to talk about this crazy, stupid country. Once he had finished his probe of me, and learned that he could speak freely, the conversation took off. Later his wife and kids were waiting for the two of us to shut up so they could get on with their evening activity, a walk in the park. I told him we must have a barbecue, but he suggested we take a walk together in the near future. Whatever – we are moving soon, but I want to maintain contact with this very interesting man (who does not waste his free time blogging, I’m sure).
He asked me a very basic question: “Why can’t you reform the health care system?” (There were a few “Don’t get me going’s” littered about by both of us.) I told him that it was power – the health insurance companies have control of politicians and have constructed a wall around the system. They charge for entry, and rake off a large percentage of the health care dollar for their own consumption. Further, they only want to insure people who are in their prime – young and healthy. They are risk-averse. If an American is not young AND healthy, then health insurance companies don’t want to deal with him. They dump him – they don’t care what happens to him, whether he is uninsured or dies young or is so fortunate as to gain entry into a government program … they just want him to go away.
To a Canadian, this is insanity. To me, it is insanity. Canadians enjoy access to their system without having to pay a king or corporate executive a premium or royalty. Health care is a mere commodity – when we get sick, we take care of on another. In normal countries. Not in this crazy, stupid country.

I hope to take a walk with Jack very soon. He knows he can speak freely with me. I am so glad I took time to draw him out a bit. He is a brilliant man, academically speaking, but also a man living in a country whose people do not have basic intelligence or the ability to take care of their own needs. He feels a bit of an outsider. Imagine he has learned to shut up about what he sees, which is why he was reluctant to converse … until he knew that I was safe.

