I went out to dinner a few weeks back with: my boss, P; his friend, F, a Pakistani fund manager; and F’s wife, J, an attorney, to F’s favorite restaurant: Madangsui in K-town. While F fussed over my dietary quirks [steakatarian = pescetarian but with steak in lieu of pesce] and I tried to placate him by ordering kimchi and tofu soup, drinks and tiny dishes began to materialize on our table. We all sampled the 20% ABV sake and passed around the banchan while inquiring about the kids, relating Hurricane Sandy stories [F, J and kids live in Short Hills, an upscale NJ suburban town, and had lost power for a week]. After a few rounds of sake and assorted kimchi, we were teased with the arrival of lettuce wraps, scallions and chili paste, whose vehicles still grilled in the pit between us.
The day after my post on education! It gives one hope:
It wasn’t until I was at least 20 that I became aware of the difficulties my parents must have faced when they came here in the 1970s, starting a family across the world from their own, without that support system that is built-in for most families who have been in the United States for generations. Continue reading On unequal access to opportunity