The Dawn of ChangeWhen I wake up the rain is pouring relentlessly and the courtyard is flooded. I put on my ill-fitting raincoat and brace myself for a Burmese breakfast, likely another egg noodle soup or pork rice porridge. On the main road I meet Malena, a young woman selling coffee from a pus…

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The first World War two Airplane that I ever knew of was the Curtiss P-40 Warhawk. When I was a boy -- and I have no idea where I got it, or why, but I know my Dad gave it to me -- I was given a green and yellow P-40 with folding wings (why it had folding wings, I'll never know, as the P-40 was an…

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A Red Cross relief boat has sunk in Myanmar. While this is tragic, and only compounds the tragedy taking place, I must say that this is in many ways the perfect metaphor for sending aid to the former Burma in the first place while allowing the absurdist military junta that controls it to stay in po…