A Case of You
An Open Letter to America
These are dark days indeed for trembling Old China Hands like myself. I blame you, America. After all, what did you expect when you took all the profit out of profiteering? How did you expect profiteers to make an honest living in the face of currency manipulation, unrealistic quality standards, endless factory inspections and your naïve insistence on fair labor practices?
China: Down the Long and Winding Road to Nowhere
Confessions of a Global Profiteer: World Keeps Turning
Confessions of a Global Traveler: They Call Me ‘Mister’ Professor
I raised my sons to act with civility in this increasingly boorish world, and the bedrock of that behavior was the tenet: Never — ever — poke fun at someone’s name. Unless, of course, it’s really funny, in which case let the linguistic brutality begin. In private company, of course. After all, who among us not named after body parts, sex acts, animals or food hasn’t taken such liberties?
Faster Than a Speeding Bullet…Train
Like Water For Haircuts
Nothing But Blue Skies
Of Courtesans and Kings
Old China Hands
Back in the golden age of globaliz — er, sorry — colonization, the sun never set on the British Empire or the Brits who were posted throughout the empire in strategic Asian cities like Hong Kong, Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, and all over the Indian subcontinent.