Thanks to the efforts of mom and grandma, you can now re-read those pages that you feared had been lost for all time. Actually, I'm not sure if all of them were recovered, in particular the tale of my encounter with the two ladies who claimed not to be Christians but who had me read to them about The Blessed Mother, Virgin Mary. Nonetheless shall all be able to fondly recall those first days when Mike coudln't speak Korean and could hardly order a hot dog. (I have now progressed to being able to sit down in a restaurant, alone, and then order various types of dumplings.)
I went downtown this weekend. I'll write about it on Thursday, probably, since I don't have the pictures with me now and since I don't have any time on Weds to do it.