Friday is a holiday and won’t have a regular post, so here’s one for Thursday.

Back when I was in Korea my ex and I lived in a house off base (she was Korean, so they weren’t going to give us on base housing). It was a pretty neat place. The roof was flat with a low wall and there were stairs up to it. (That’s where one would dry clothes.) It was big enough to have a decent party too. Just had to keep an eye out for drunk guests sitting (and teetering) on the wall.