How am Using my Lenses?
When I was six years old, I was attending the local elementary school in my neighborhood (back when neighborhood schools were a thing) with my cousin. We walked back and forth to school each day (back when walking 5 or 6 blocks to school was safe and the norm), and there is one of those days seared into my brain that still, 42 years later, has left an indelible mark on my soul. Dare I say, it was a defining, benchmark moment in the shaping of me as a person. I was born in 1972, as the Vietnam War was beginning its ugly winding down. In fact, I was three years old, give or take, when it was finally declared Ended (capitalization intended). If you remember your history, many Vietnamese fled Vietnam to make a new life in the US, and in my first grade classroom in small town Michigan, a little boy named Bang was part of one such family. I don't remember if he started with us or not, but I do know that they moved midway through the year. On this particular day, my cousin and I ...
