do you feel like a jerk when you eat jerky? i asked Ming.
no, he said. we are driving home from an impromptu river visit.
do you feel like a fun guy, when you eat mushroom jerky?
yes, he said.
do you feel like something’s fishy, when you eat salmon jerky?
no, he said.
do you feel like a poser, when you eat vegan jerky?
no, he said. i paused.
do you feel like a pilgrim, when you eat…Tofurky?
you’re funny, he said.
we could put a buckle on your hat, i said.
Chinese-American Pagan Jew Pilgrim would add such a layer to the Ming desert experience.
i wanted to ask if he felt like a New Mexican when we visit Albuquerque, but i couldn’t get up the guts. I miss Albuquerque.
it was great to travel, be a place outside Las Vegas valley, and rest part of me that doesn’t usually get to rest. we were in Bullhead City, Arizona.
