friday confession: where on earth

When I read the newspaper, I often mix Belfast up with Belgrade, requiring strenuous mental leaps.

Even more often, I mix the Pantheon up with the Parthenon.

This week I also read a poem called "Chad" about a man and his family posing for a photograph. At the end, I asked, "What does this have to do with Chad, landlocked south of Libya, population 10 million, broad arid plains, desert in the north, lowlands in the south?"