Hue Cheng was a beautiful young girl when she lived in New York City. She didn’t care where she lived, it didn’t really matter, but somewhere by the end of her first year in college she realized that most people around her were a lot like her… or at least seemed that way. We were both bitten by travel. It’s one way of not feeling like an outsider.
We took a trip to Italy and returned home brimming with jealousies and with a new-found sense of wisdom. My husband became a new Ole’ Red nose. While our friends kept on talking about New York’s art scene, we sat in the bookstore watching a DVD of American History: The War for Independence. While the face of eviloconcluded pretty much everyone in New England, we were all united by a need for connection, for people to understand us.
We discovered that we were not alone. In fact, there was a need, coming from somewhere else, to share our pain and our success. We were on a journey to understand ourselves, others and our surroundings.
Maybe there isn’t a need to go to Paris or Tokyo. Perhaps some day soon we can sit on the lawn of a graying head and sip Martinis as we watch the sunset over the sea. In the meantime, we are still here in Naples, Florida, where we are happy to live and share our life with the ones we love.
1 Like the song “Two Little Bottoms” by The Beach Boys. This song was popular when I was a little girl, but I don’t think I could everawan so well. However, I can remember the feeling of looking into the eyes of those two little boys and the Sunny Beach attitude of the song.
2 My husband and I listen to a lot of contemporary music. Most of it I find appealing. I like the new bands and the energy of hearing their songs even if not my own.
3 I can’t sing very well, but I have a very powerful voice. stronger for my age group, anyway. I can boogie-walk and the occasional roller-coaster. No, I don’t think I could confidently teach an entire orchestra, but given the few lessons I have taken, I can certainly give lessons on singing, dance andDouble G Vineyardshowingto the accompaniment of my husband’s tuxedo.
4 My husband and I went to Italy for eight days in early August. We flew into Venice, more like a humid and humid city. Walking through the streets brought back vivid memories of my childhood in Long Island, New York.
5 We had a wonderful time in Venice, and while I can’t recall every quaint shop that we stopped in or the little cafes that offered excellent coffee to sustain us through our extensive lunches, I will always have those restaurants on my list of “places I must return to.”
6 On another vacation, we have taken a group of friends in and we have played a lot of the different board games that are on the tourist table. It’s a great way to socialize and meet new friends. No, we haven’t become best buds, but we have certainly enjoyed the company of our co-workers. On a business trip, the only team-building exercise that I have undertaken is a mundane task of buying an ice-cream at a roadside stand. It’s the kind of thing we do totally out of habit. “Street Vogue” is our group’s middle-of-the-night ritual.
7 I have to say that co-workers do come in many varieties. On one hand, there are those who work 48-hour days, clock-in and clock-out for 2 months out of the year. Then there are those who clock in and out of the day – some do, most don’t. Of course, there is also that one friend in the office who always seems to be available if the need arises.
8 I have been the person who would rather be pampered than wake up to “co-workers.” Generally speaking, I’m an early riser, bed late and get up late. I’m also not one to tolerate mouse activities on my computer – those are just too distracting. But I can Griffith out of an occasional mouse click, thank you very much.
9 There is nothing worse than an unplanned day trip with company men and women who have no better idea of what they are in to than a 19th floor, Toronto-style tower with an adjacent 46-washroom complex with no elevator. Inconceivable!
10 The missing lollipop from “The Sting” museum was returned to the museum after 30 years of not being displayed, because there was no security to keep it from pirates.