A Pilgrimage to Chicken Town
March 12th 2010 Before I left my apartment last Saturday morning, my landlady stopped me so we could have our daily exchange about the weather ("Hot today, no?" "Oh yes, hot"). I told her I was going hiking. She asked me in her rapid, heavily accented Chinese, "somethingsomethingsomething towel?" (What?) I looked at her, then nodded. She repeated her question, rubbing her face. Thinking that she was talking about
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