I remember the first and only time my parents took me to the circus. I was a pretty adventurous kid, always happy to be tossed into a pool of water or strapped into a roller coaster. But I hated the circus, so much so that we had to leave early because I wouldn’t stop crying….
Welcome to Thailand
I’m sitting in a cafe masquerading as a diner, and like so many of the places I enjoy the most, I’m embarrassed to say I like it. Two elderly white couples are chatting quietly in the adjacent booths, and assorted bric-a-brac is arranged self-consciously around the dining room. Out back, beneath the gray, persistently gravid…