Honor – Part Three

Recently I was trying to wedge my motorcycle into the tight bike parking area of our local grocery store’s parking lot. There was a tree one one side, a car on the other, and in the middle an older lady trying to get on back of a motorcycle which her daughter was driving. Before she could get …

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Red Jogging Suit

I’m standing at stiff attention in my too-tight fitting red jogging suit.  The instructor paces through the hotel conference room full of 25 Indonesians and foreigners, all wearing the same red uniforms, to inspect our stances.  He suddenly calls for an about-face.   My timing is a little off, as I actually spin the wrong …

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