Yesterday I had lunch at a local Vietnamese restaurant. The plaintive strains of "Ave Maria" faded away, and the next song cued up. Its melody kept nagging me until I was at the end of the bowl.
It was then I realized it.
It was nothing less than a young woman delicately singing Oran Juice Jones's classic, "The Rain"...in Vietnamese.
By then it was too late for me to memorize how to say "It's my world, you just a squirrel, tryin to get a nut" in Vietnamese.
(Ah well...good thing probably, because I'd be saying it all the time.)
Night Crumbs - I am writing this on my phone while stomach down on a bed in the ER, because all of my internal organs blew out of my ass when I read the earth-shattering ...