For those of you who have met my dad, you will notice that he lives pretty much full time in his own head. He talks to himself, tells jokes to himself, laughs at his own jokes. We love him for it because we never have to entertain him, he entertains himself and, inadvertently, us. Once in a while, he lets us in on the conversation and it's a little like falling down the rabbit hole. The adventure began when we met my parents and my brother, Raymond, in Hanoi. We were touring the city and went to a house in the Old Quarter that had been restored and turned into a museum. While we were wandering about, a woman dashed to the back of the museum and yelled something in Vietnamese. My Vietnamese is limited to
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