tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932615877236543109.post2378051889578575054..comments2023-08-15T05:25:29.718-04:00Comments on My Beat Up Old Notebook: Riding the Number Three Bus on a Late Wednesday AfternoonRoberthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04150013563262522290noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932615877236543109.post-10216254186976485632010-12-13T11:06:52.225-05:002010-12-13T11:06:52.225-05:00I love that a lot of your writing about China is h...I love that a lot of your writing about China is humorously derisive. Well maybe not derisive. These people just seem ridiculous, and you're having a little fun with them. <br /><br />Did you have your little red book with you?Martin Kellerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02865651122802839250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932615877236543109.post-17445562042236577802010-12-05T00:04:09.064-05:002010-12-05T00:04:09.064-05:00Never disappointed. xNever disappointed. xJanethttp://www.janetcaldwell.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932615877236543109.post-67908457720840444162010-11-22T23:46:38.309-05:002010-11-22T23:46:38.309-05:00Your writing is perfection. It is beautiful, visua...Your writing is perfection. It is beautiful, visual, you put me there on the slow rocking train down the numbered trail to somewhere in China. I feel O'Connor in your writing but yet it is your own. The connection of ignorance within country people is the same everywhere. I can smell the garlic and hear the popping. The humor is abundant, sprinkled perfectly throughout the recipe of your style. What a perfect time to be Keith Richards. That one still makes me smile. I can only wish, if this is true, that your heart may be healed. Even a writer can be a veteran within an invisible army of people who care.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-932615877236543109.post-65440733098855979102010-11-21T20:27:27.706-05:002010-11-21T20:27:27.706-05:00They harvest the organs from the kids. Just anothe...They harvest the organs from the kids. Just another reason, to look away from the flames of hell in China. You look long enough, a person could give up on their own life. What a worthless place.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com