I am not a coffee drinker. Vietnamese coffee is industrial strength and I drank one not long ago. If I seem aggressive, cynical and insensitive in this entry, I would attribute it to the coffee. I just saw my mom off for home. That woman rocks. She came all the way from the other side of the world to see her baby and she gave him all the TLC he's been missing for the last year: 4 star hotels, banana splits, beach resorts and good back scratches. She even sowed my favorite shirt when it ripped! What a girl. Without a fuss she braved walking in the jungle, survived two monkey attacks (I am being serious), crawled into the underground Viet Cong tunnels, tolerated the overnight train trips, and let the Vietnamese hear it with both
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