I had someone tell me "don't lose your accent," for the umpteenth time, yesterday. I can't wait to blend in, to be honest. My own voice sounds like a goose honking among the gulls, to me. Actually, I would like to be rid of all traces of my origin. My accent is a constant reminder of the broken dreams and squalor that were my only American experiences. Sorry, I'm rambling, but it is pertinant.