Chab's Ride

The other day I felt Cambodia coming through. I was thinking of my friend, Chab, from my apartment complex in Golden Valley. It was called Valley Village. I had the opportunity to know him better when he began working for maintenance there. His computer tech position in town failed, so it was nice for him to have a solid gig that kept him close to home. He was married to a Caucasian woman, and he invited me and my crew to the Cambodian Buddhist Temple in Rosemount for a ceremony before their Christian ceremony. As I thought of Cambodia and Chab the other day, there was then a piece on the news that contained pictures of that temple. The monks there were so excited because they were getting close to finishing their NEW temple there. They took us for a tour. I am sure that Chab was Pol Pot lineage and Khmer Rouge. He was probably trained as a Cambodian monk as a small child. He was an even tempered man. He was good looking and loved riding his "crotch rocket" motorcycle with his close friend. He moved to CA with his new bride and I have not seen him since. I would love to see him again because I believe that there was a lot he could see and identify that I was blind to. He might tell me something about my emotionality as well. Chab, "wherever you go, there you are!"