In this picture you can see my old apartment and Mr. Kim’s and Mr. Park’s restaurants.  My Hangook ‘hood.

Did I mention Mr. Kim called me on Christmas?  I’m not sure if I did.  Had an incoming call from an odd looking number I didn’t recognize.  I answered, which is kind of odd cause normally I wouldn’t have taken a call from a number I don’t know.  After a brief pause I heard, “Uh, Tyee?  Oh, Tyee, too much missee!”  Mr. fuckin’ Kim.  I couldn’t believe it.  We only talked for a second cause his English isn’t good enough that we could have an extended phone conversation, but I made sure to tell him the Korean food in Riverside is “numbah 10!” (that’s a bad thing) compared to his.