Today at lunch in Chinatown, my Asian colleague Kam told me he enjoyed reading my previous post about Larry Bird. Take one guess who his favorite basketball player is. If you guessed Yao Ming. You'd be correct.
"Kam, let me ask you something. Who was the main man in Chinatown when you were a kid?" Kam was born in Hong Kong and his family immigrated to the Chinatown district of San Francisco when he was eight. "Oh man, that's an easy one. It was Bruce Lee. My friends and I used to walk to school everyday and practice our karate kicks while pretending to be him. All of us wanted to be just like him when we got older. After he died, the flag at the post office was half mast for a week. That's how much everyone in Chinatown loved Bruce Lee."
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having...Call it the village idiot thought of the day. "I got an e-mail from a friend of mine today. He said I was using the apostrophe incorrectly in a number of my posts. I went back and checked; he was right. I want to tell him thanks and that I appreciated his feedback."
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