Return to Vietnam. It wasn’t until I found my way down Trang Thi Steet in Hanoi and then to Hai Ba Trung that I found JD Salinger. He was there in translation in Vietnamese on a street with a sign that read Book Street. I was looking for a bookstore, but that’s another story. First…
I hear a lot of stories in Viet Nam. Some are in song.
We travel on Highway I. There are baby rice fields with scare crows blowing. Sometimes they are shirts with the arms wide on sticks. Sometimes the shirts or bags are shredded and the scarecrows ripple with streamers. Le Ly tells us a story of a time of filming “Heaven and Earth” when Oliver Stone met…
It’s dark in the morning. We have no internet where we’re sleeping. It’s just dark, a little cool, and humid and still. I’ve come to the office of our hotel and yes, I can now write this post to you. I’m thinking of students at Mary and Kara’s English class who know this topic I…
I arrived in Saigon on Monday. All is well and strong and healthy. It’s dawn on my first morning. This is the sidewalk cafe of the Hotel Continental. Yes, that Continental. We are a few days in Saigon before we fly to Danang in Central Viet Nam. A first event here was a panel discussion…