The Blue-Eyed Woman from Hanoi

The Blue-Eyed Woman from Hanoi

I went to Vietnam to surf and was forgiven for a war. My knees were bent and nearly touching my stomach as I sat in a small, red plastic chair. I was dripping with sweat and sipping a beer on the curbside of a corner bia hoi in Hanoi, Vietnam. Feeling like a...
Tedium — A Plastic Soldier After an Imaginary War

Tedium — A Plastic Soldier After an Imaginary War

The road from San Francisco through Vallejo was littered with odd remnants of decades gone by. Old factories and warehouses. The ghost of Rosie the Riveter floating on disappearing docks. It was once an area known for building war machines but those submarines had...