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A slice of the Big Sagwa (Apple)

I have a backlog of posts coming, for anyone who is still interested. I have an assistant starting this week to take over the children's ministry, which I have been leading for the last two months in addition to my other responsibilities (adult English ministry, Korean class, film club). His arrival should free me up for other things, like blogging.

In the meantime, I had two New York moments in the last few days, including one just minutes ago, that I feel like sharing. A facet of life here in Seoul is that the taxis do not share the rules of the road that the rest of society follows. Green always means go, even when it is a green walk signal for pedestrians and cyclists. As I was crossing a busy intersection last week a taxi that I had a wary eye on blew through the walk signal and passed by close enough for me to rap my knuckles on his back door. I regret not yelling out, a la Dustin Hoffman in Midnight Cowboy, "I'm walkin' here!" All I could muster was an angry, "Stop!"


Then just moments ago I was walking through the park that is across the street from the church and saw a man relieving himself in plain sight of passers by. I suddenly felt that I wasn't so far from New York after all.

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  1. AnonymousDecember 8, 2013 at 1:42 AM

    **Poing!** ... (the sound of a new gray hair popping up on your mom's head) ::::::::::::sigh::::::::::::!!!
    Love,
    Mom xo

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