So touching! Made me crave a good cake doughnut! And try to remember -- if I ever knew -- how to say please and thank you in (Cambodian?). Also try to think of the "weak ties" we have accumulated in Port Townsend. Amy at BLTC comes to mind. Thank you for this thoughtful piece.
This story surely made me want a good cup of coffee and doughnut while we wait 45 minutes for the ferry. Odd, I thought this was Kerry telling this story, so that part was a fun surprise.
Lovely story, as always. Thank you for the reminder that these places existed and it was comforting knowing that you were going to pass the shop and it would still be there to greet you. Like little book stores or record shops.
Lyrics of the Chanam Oun 16:
This year I'm 16
This year I'm 16
There are no worries
Life is like flowers
Giving off a nice scent
Fa la la la la la la la
This year I'm 16
This year I'm 16
There are no worries
What is love?
Is it bitter, sour, or sweet?
Fa la la la la la la la
This was amazing! I always learn something new when reading this Substack.
So touching! Made me crave a good cake doughnut! And try to remember -- if I ever knew -- how to say please and thank you in (Cambodian?). Also try to think of the "weak ties" we have accumulated in Port Townsend. Amy at BLTC comes to mind. Thank you for this thoughtful piece.
This story surely made me want a good cup of coffee and doughnut while we wait 45 minutes for the ferry. Odd, I thought this was Kerry telling this story, so that part was a fun surprise.
Wonderful post Barbara and Kerry. Thank you!
Lovely story, as always. Thank you for the reminder that these places existed and it was comforting knowing that you were going to pass the shop and it would still be there to greet you. Like little book stores or record shops.