From the back of a blue truck, the kind of vehicle that’s as common as chopsticks in rural Taiwan, the man and his friend were dealing in garlic from Cihtong (莿桐), a township a few kilometers north of Douliu. The unwashed bulbs looked as if they’d just been pulled from the ground.

I received from the mayor an oaken box with a silver top and filled with the famous Shrewsbury cakes.

Whenever he got his Irish up, Clancy lowered the boom.

7/83 Space Wars; Micronesia vs. nukes; Green Party & Sanderistas; also Spring Books Pt. 2