The other day I awoke after a nearly sleepless night. Our son Sayo, that marvelous and cute digestive tube did his fair share of crying.
Maybe it was the full moon. Sleep was half-hazard and graceless.
And so I called my private students and cancelled my classes and got on my bike, the Specialized, and rode south.
It was one of those hot days, but I never really feel the heat.
I rode to the “Clock Roundabout”, known to French friends simply as “L’horloge” and followed the
On the way down to where the road forks off to the left I stopped in a Wat on the river and hung out with some old guys who made coconut juice and talked about their girlfriends.
A word about the dentist sign. Braces are all the fashion now in