Some of my neighbors whipped up a nice ham, potatoes, and cornbread with veggies on the side yesterday, which I was invited to enjoy, and did considerably. I hope your 4/20 was a nice celebration - whatever you were celebrating on that date. There's a handful of different holidays that all happened yesterday, from Easter to Earth Day, so I always feast about this time of year when I am able.
Most people don't know much about the utterly criminal Opium Wars, so I'm happy you address it here. I've seen some pics of Kowloon before that was gentrified a bit (if it was. I've never been there) and it was awful tight.
Mucking manure on that Belgian farm must have been quite a culture shock for you!
I was raised on an island in Alaska, and hunted for my supper all my life, so I still have a 'hunter's eye', and spotted a herd of elk today while driving back from the County seat after getting materials for a little old lady's home repairs. I instinctively look for game innawoods, my head on a swivel.
But being on a farm is no less a culture shock for me than it was for you. There is 0 agriculture on Baranoff Island, just as I suppose there is none on Hong Kong, at least none most folks participate in. You were a child of the Hong Kong streets, and I was a hunter in the wilderness. Neither of us were farmers. Strange.
A courtesy name is better than the nicknames or such we got when I was growing up. I've been called a lot of things, but none of them were very flattering.
Some of my neighbors whipped up a nice ham, potatoes, and cornbread with veggies on the side yesterday, which I was invited to enjoy, and did considerably. I hope your 4/20 was a nice celebration - whatever you were celebrating on that date. There's a handful of different holidays that all happened yesterday, from Easter to Earth Day, so I always feast about this time of year when I am able.
Most people don't know much about the utterly criminal Opium Wars, so I'm happy you address it here. I've seen some pics of Kowloon before that was gentrified a bit (if it was. I've never been there) and it was awful tight.
Mucking manure on that Belgian farm must have been quite a culture shock for you!
I was raised on an island in Alaska, and hunted for my supper all my life, so I still have a 'hunter's eye', and spotted a herd of elk today while driving back from the County seat after getting materials for a little old lady's home repairs. I instinctively look for game innawoods, my head on a swivel.
But being on a farm is no less a culture shock for me than it was for you. There is 0 agriculture on Baranoff Island, just as I suppose there is none on Hong Kong, at least none most folks participate in. You were a child of the Hong Kong streets, and I was a hunter in the wilderness. Neither of us were farmers. Strange.
A courtesy name is better than the nicknames or such we got when I was growing up. I've been called a lot of things, but none of them were very flattering.
Thanks!