My 6 am departure is no competition for Vietnamese early birds. They have been up long before I push the snooze button. When day breaks and streaks of pink and orange color the sky, you can make out little figures emerging from the shadows. The gardeners, ice workers, fisherman, street vendors, school kids and morning walkers. They have already caught their “worm”. Or maybe, they’ve already been “shot” ( I learned this week that there is an execution site nearby, something to consider)… Anyway, for those not getting shot, waking up early is a smart thing to do.The air is cooler, the sun hasn’t come to full height forcing it’s hot rays on us. Continue reading
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The early bird catches the worm….or as they say in Cholon the first bird out of the bush gets shot….
Grandad with the boys
We left behind 15 years of potlucks and parties, sleepovers and soccer games, 80 acres of quiet solitude, crisp mornings, mountains speckled with the red and gold of autumn, our friends and family, and the sweet dogs. Some goodbyes were harder than others Papa, Montana and Taco, Joan…but it was time to go. Continue reading
Eastside Curry 