This song may belong in my top 10 all-time mix.  Just lovely. 

There have been some interesting things I've learned from listening to my parents talking to Minu.  Here's a sample:
--My mom's first marriage was arranged, and forced on her out of the blue when my mom was visiting home from college.  Also, at the time her husband (Phillip's grandfather) was captured by the Commies and taken off to re-education camp, he was at his mistress's house.  (But he's a nice guy.  He and my dad even talked extensively a few days ago about the Vietnamese president visiting D.C.  And he used to let me watch TV in his room late at night while he was working the night shift, when I first came to Houston.)
--When I was a baby, my mom was trying to push a stroller (that's American for "pram") onto a bus, with me in it.  However the pram was used and cheaply made, as my parents had no money, and it broke, and I fell out of it back on to the street.  My mom cried like something terrible had happened but the bus driver comforted her.  It was a hot day too...but I survived.
--I always thought I learned to read before I was 3, but my parents recently revealed, to Minu, in front of me, that I didn't learn how to even talk until I was 2 and a half.  I was, however, most definitely reading encyclopedias before my 5th birthday.  And devouring Enid Blyton books.
--And finally, this past Sunday, I learned where my dad was at the time of my birth.  No, not in the delivery room, like I thought, or even waiting excitedly outside in the waiting area...but at a tennis tournament that he usually played in every year, for Vietnamese guys in the state of Victoria, Australia.  I thought it was funny, more than anything.  At least I'm good at tennis.

David Halberstam died today.  I think he was the best writer of my lifetime. His book about the Jordan-era Chicago Bulls was so good I bought it twice. Once for DVu, though.

If he wasn't the best sportswriter, he was one of the best writers--or make that journalists--of the last 50 years.  Period. What a loss.

I gotta admit, I laughed when I saw in my Facebook news feed,
"____ _____ has removed "Vietnamese Baptist Church" from her list of favorite activities." 
It was almost as funny as seeing

"Anh Nguyen wants to be listed as in a relationship with you,
but first you must confirm that you are in a relationship with Anh."

Followed by a "yes" and "no" button.  Some of you know what I'm talking about.


I did this for about half a mile.  How embarrass!


Haha.