Mr. Ahn_Edited Perspective_Chicks & Dicks_"Mo Ming", Nameless in Chinese
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Mr. Ahn
My father, George Frost, Sr. was sent to Pusan, Korea by the army in 1951 during the war. Twenty four years later, the United States Air Force sent me to Kunsan, Korea, but there was no war when I got there or at least what they told me. In my time there, I wondered if there was a war being waged, but no one bothered to tell me about it. Whatever the case may be, I was sent there in February, 1984 on a remote tour which lasted twelve months. Thinking back, I am fairly certain there was a war being fought, because sometimes a war can be waged without firing a single shot. Sometimes allian...
Edited Perspective
My spoon clanked against the sides of my cup as I stirred it around and around. I watched as the peppermint tea swirled in sync without really seeing anything at all. My mind told me what to do but my heart wasn't in it.I set the spoon on the counter beside my cup and lifted the steaming mug to my lips, taking a long drink from it. The flavor that I usually loved was tasteless on my tongue.I set the cup back down in defeat.My ears were attuned once again to the deafening noise around me. It seemed the entire extended family had come out for the funeral. People I didn't even know but claimed...
Chicks & Dicks
Finn looked down the bar and thought he knew her. The red hair and blue eyes he knew he’d seen before. He picked up his glass and moved to her. She gave him a hostile sideways look and he asked, “Did you go to Fenmore high school?” “Who wants to know?” “I give ya two guesses and the first don’t count.” “I hate guys who think they’re funny.” Finn grinned. “How about this? Did you take public spewww.onedoor.ccaking with Miss Conner after lunch?” “Who wants to know?” “Inquiring minds want to know.” “I hate guys who think they’re funny.” “I hate chicks that go in circles.” “Buzz off then.” “Are you always this ...
"Mo Ming", Nameless in Chinese
What the hell, you ask, is "Mo Ming"?Is it just a strange, two-syllable word? A name? An idea? A building? A state of mind? An inspiration? Exactly what?Well… as a wise old Chinese tai chi teacher, Mr. Lui, once told a hungry, entangled, but confused young group of seven, back in the day: “There was once a lake so lovely in Guangzhou Province in south central China that it refused to be named. It was so beautiful that no one could agree on a name for it. And so… it remained eternally “nameless”, a word that translates into Chinese as “Mo Ming”.So that’s what we called the ourselves. And the p...