When a friend of mine first returned home to Minnesota after a two-year stint in Uganda serving in the Peace Corps, he had a somewhat difficult time readjusting to life in the States, but not for the reasons you might expect. After all he had seen and done in his time abroad, it was an impromptu stop at the SuperAmerica on 25th and Hennepin that completely threw him for a loop. "I just need a thing of regular toothpaste," he murmured while scanning all the labels. "Why are there so many? And the chips! There have to be like 10 different kinds of chips over there!" I didn't want to tell him there were probably more like 20, as he was clearly already shell-shocked by all the choices. "I guess I just got used to having one kind of everything," he said. "Is it weird... More >>>