|
2008 -
January 2008
|
|
Written by Allen Mendenhall
|
|
Saturday, 05 January 2008 17:20 |
|
It is winter 2006. It is dusk. The snow is piled a foot high on the ground. I trudge awkwardly through it in my galoshes, a commodity I had until recently known only through stories - I being from the warmer climate of Marietta, Georgia. Most the shops are closed or are closing. A few shop owners bow casually and mutter "konbanwa" as I pass - a tactic for soliciting a final sale before dusk. I am hungry; I am looking for dinner.
My Premium Content
 |