Last night, Leesa and I went via Uber to a restaurant in celebration of her birthday. Our driver was a taciturn South Korean, but when I spoke to him is native language, he became animated and voluble. He said how much he loved America and misses Korea. He told us about his adult daughters, who are “American”. All this reminded me of a searing experience I had when living in Manhattan.
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