The Mekong river that takes its rise in China, when reach to Vietnam is divided in to 2 streams and then pour into the Pacific Ocean by 9 estuaries. We call it Cuu Long Giang. Cuu = 9, Long = dragon and Giang = river. There are 2 float marets that are held in Cuu Long river: Cai Be and Cai Rang float markets. Does everbody ever hear about "float market"? Cai Be float market, belong to Tien Giang Province, just about a hundred kms or a bit more from Saigon (Hochiminh city) where I am living. Last summer I took my little ducks and their grandmother for a boat cruise through part of Mekong Delta. From Saigon drove to My Tho, which is about 70 kms (about 66 miles) to the South West of my city. As we drove along, we passed many local industries such as the rice husker, the tofu maker and small business that made floor tiles and bricks. After reaching My Tho we boarded a large river boat which took us upon the waters of the Mekong river and its some tributaries to experien...
George Carlin Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. "How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead. "How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHIN...
It was evening and the ordeal of my 12 hours flight from Taipei had ended with a bus ride from the airplane to a very large building that I later came to know as the Tom Bradley International terminal, Los Angeles. Inside the huge building I got line for immigration, and what a long line it was. And there were so many more just like the one I was lost in. After shuffeling for what seemed like forever, with strangers bumping me, being rude with cell phone, coughing germs all over the place and doing other things people do in line, I finally was front and center. It was my turn! The INS officer official in his demeanor and smile, asked me several questions. I smiled at him and he continued as he smiled back...in his official way, big bright shinning badge, creased uniform and bald hair cut. "Mrs. Ton welcome back to America". I was a bit stupefied and tongue-tied. And his official smile....and that shining badge. A warm feeling and I realized that...
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